Текст песни No Feelings - Fly Guy Richy

For real, for real, for real
For real, for real
For real, for real, for real
For real, for real

Smoke exotic
Blow the smoke till it hit the ceiling
Took the pain away
But it put me in my feelings
I hate being sober
Fuck around and spaz out in a minute
I'll crash out and break the hoe heart like bitch you trippin
Might play your role cant play your part like bitch you trippin
I got a hundred thoughts in my mind
But I'm tryna make a million
Spread it out on the floor
Fuck around and throw it to the ceiling
Rubber band and stash It millions on m's and m's

Still off my anesthesia
Cause I don't feel you niggas nah
I ain't hearing you niggas nah
I'll probably break your lil heart
Yeah hurt your feelings and all
Can't get no feelings involved
Let's talk about blood, sweat, and tears
I put that shit in from the start
Laid out in blood for the shit
Sweated bullets, I wear my tears on my heart
1998 tatted on my sleeve
I was born and stamped for this shit
Got bithches choosing tryna get in my mix
Tryna see who I'm with
Tryna get down with the click
Its Keep it solid
Got niggas watchin' and shit
Tryna copy and shit
Tryna plot I'll get you striked out
Can't spare nobody
I got millions on my mind
Cash counter, no thumbs
Had to make a slice before the whole loaf
Cause we started this shit from crumbs
And I'm tappin' in callin' me the goat
When I'm a lion I roar
Flyin, sorin', high, flowin' yeah

Smoke exotic
Blow the smoke till it hit the ceiling
Took the pain away
But it put me in my feelings
I hate being sober
Fuck around and spaz out in a minute
I'll crash out and break the hoe heart like bitch you trippin
Might play your role cant play your part like bitch you trippin
I got a hundred thoughts in my mind
But I'm tryna make a million
Spread it out on the floor
Fuck around and throw it to the ceiling
Rubber band and stash It millions on m's and m's
Smoke exotic
Blow the smoke till it hit the ceiling
Took the pain away
But it put me in my feelings
I hate being sober
Fuck around and spaz out in a minute
I'll crash out and break the hoe heart like bitch you trippin
Might play your role cant play your part like bitch you trippin
I got a hundred thoughts in my mind
But I'm tryna make a million
Spread it out on the floor
Fuck around and throw it to the ceiling
Rubber band and stash It millions on m's and m's

For real, for real, for real
For real, for real
For real, for real, for real
For real, for real, for real
For real, for real
For real, for real, for real