Harto Falion - FulFeelin lyrics
Harto Falión [Woodbridge, Virginia, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Harto Falion - FulFeelin lyrics]
Rip out that front door, leave and I feel it
If he ain't grindin' ever since lil willin'
Rip out- Rip out-
Rip out that front door, leave and I feel it
If he ain't grindin' ever since willin-willin
This world sucks
Don't give a fuck how you feelin'
Self-loathing, I can't fuck with that feeling
Smoke a blunt and then
Forget about my feelings
I'm so high, I fell asleep on the ceiling
Dreaming 'bout my goals to
Achieve and fulfill it
Wake up in the morning
Hell nah, I ain't chillin'
Momma always worryin' if I'm still dealin'
Yeah, I told her "no"
But I was flippin' like a fillet
Rip out that front door, leave and I feel it
If he ain't grindin' ever since lil willin'
If I had a penny for
Everytime that y'all was willin'
I'd prolly wake up every mornin' to a million
This world cold
It's best to numb out your feelings
Learn to adapt
Cause ain't no heaters in the building
X's on my skully
Yeah my jag is seeing billion
When the fire's lit
I disappear into the ceiling
There's something 'bout marryin'
I feel like Matt Dillon
Cause them lazy ass bitches unappealing
I don't got no time to
Chase no silly little women
I don't do the pimpin'
I don't do the simpin'
I like to keep it simple
I don't do the simpin'
I don't do the ballin'
But if I did, I'm swishin'
I'ma keep fallin', get up and still get it
She gon' keep calling, and I'ma still miss it
If he ain't grindin' ever since lil willin'
Rip out- Rip out-
Rip out that front door, leave and I feel it
If he ain't grindin' ever since willin-willin
This world sucks
Don't give a fuck how you feelin'
Self-loathing, I can't fuck with that feeling
Smoke a blunt and then
Forget about my feelings
I'm so high, I fell asleep on the ceiling
Dreaming 'bout my goals to
Achieve and fulfill it
Wake up in the morning
Hell nah, I ain't chillin'
Momma always worryin' if I'm still dealin'
Yeah, I told her "no"
But I was flippin' like a fillet
Rip out that front door, leave and I feel it
If he ain't grindin' ever since lil willin'
If I had a penny for
Everytime that y'all was willin'
I'd prolly wake up every mornin' to a million
This world cold
It's best to numb out your feelings
Learn to adapt
Cause ain't no heaters in the building
X's on my skully
Yeah my jag is seeing billion
When the fire's lit
I disappear into the ceiling
There's something 'bout marryin'
I feel like Matt Dillon
Cause them lazy ass bitches unappealing
I don't got no time to
Chase no silly little women
I don't do the pimpin'
I don't do the simpin'
I like to keep it simple
I don't do the simpin'
I don't do the ballin'
But if I did, I'm swishin'
I'ma keep fallin', get up and still get it
She gon' keep calling, and I'ma still miss it