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Not A Sad Song (Lyrics)
Look, I don't really like how I'm feelin' right now
And if you was to ask me how I'm feelin'
Sh*t, I don't think I could tell you
And not because I don't want to, but because I don't know how to
The only way I know how to explain it is through this
(John Gabbana)
They got me feeling some way because they told me I made it and I don't feel like I made it
All these chances I'm taken
But to top it all off, I fell in love
I thought she was the one but honestly she a dub
I'm a thug but I got feelings
Kept it real from beginning
She be on that extra sh*t, me I just be chilling
Yea I try, but it's hard, to hold my head to the ceiling
Damn, it's been a minute, sorry I'm in my feelings
But this is not a sad song, time to put that mask on
Tryna play them games with me, boy yo' life won't last long
This lil' 380 gon' hit like it got shoulder pads on
Damn I'm clean in this bi*ch, take a pic, flash on
Bi*ch I'm headed for greatness, it's so close I can taste it
When they see me out in public, they so shocked they be shaking
It's kind of hard to stay patient, it's too long I've been waiting
You already know, "Fu*k them niggas that hating"
We gon' knock yo' screws lose, show you what them blues do
We gon' empty out ya' pockets and bi*ch take ya shoes too
If ya' patna want the smoke he can be on the news too
We gon' pull up on the scene right there with the news crew
Lets touch a mill, you know I will
Where you from? Jacksonville
Got this blunt, and this cup of remy, don't need Dr. Phil
Had to get my mind right for a second strung out on pills
I done shook them demons off, look at me now, I'm standing still
Ha, I been wondering when are they gon' notice me
John, how you feeling? Fu*k them rappers they not cold as me
Child of God, he the only one who got control of me
But still down to get cracking don't make me show you ain't no hoe in me
Boy I'm on they ass now, time to take the trash out
I'm gon' smoke this motha' fu*king blunt until I pass out
Boy I'm on they ass now, time to take the trash out
I'ma sip this motha fu*king cup until I pass out
Ayy, don't stop, keep it going
Yeah, I'm drunk, keep it pouring
Ain't bout money, I'm ignoring
Not sucking di*k, bi*ch you boring
I'm not rapping, bi*ch I'm flowing
You be capping and I know it
Call the plug, what we doing
Take the lil' money he showing
Either way I'ma get it
Why they can't see my vision?
God I know that I'm gifted
Is it me or am I tripping?
Am I'm just in my feelings?
Let me out of this prison
I been minding business
I jumped back to my senses
More than likely, I'm just in feelings but that's just how life be
There's so many demons I'm fighting
But don't get me wrong, this not a sad song
More than likely, I'm just in feelings but that's just how life be
There's so many demons I'm fighting
But don't get me wrong, this not a sad song
Ooh, I'm not Kawhi, but baby, what it do?
Balling on you niggas like I'm Uncle Drew, uh
We been getting money, boy, this ain't nothing new, uh
We gon' some have problems if you step on my shoes, uh
I think she wanna fu*k, bi*ch, I wanna fu*k too
She like the tattoos on my face, she say she think that sh*t look cool
Florida to LA, you know that I be making moves, uh
I be living life like I don't got sh*t else to lose
Ooh, I'm not Kawhi, but baby, what it do?
Balling on you niggas like I'm Uncle Drew, uh
We been getting money, boy, this ain't nothing new, uh
We gon' some have problems if you step on my shoes, uh
I think she wanna fu*k, bi*ch, I wanna fu*k too
She like the tattoos on my face, she say she think that sh*t look cool
Florida to LA, you know that I be making moves, uh
I be living life like I don't got sh*t else to lose
Ooh, ayy
John Gabbana
#johngabbana
