Feeling It歌词-teeway

Feeling It歌词由teeway演唱，出自专辑《Norwood’s Greatest》，下面是《Feeling It》完整版歌词！

Feeling It歌词完整版

Mokuba

Mokuba Lives Beats

Been missing I ain't feeling it

Bro told me hit the bando and keep killing it

They took my bros ****the judge ****the silly CIDs

I hit the corner shop two Zanco's sim and chip

When I hit the lick I get thoughts of the dead

Same time bro bro sauced up a neck

I probably gotta get my mind sorted a second

But Ash need me keeps calling again

Suttin' got candid that's where the cliff hangs

The weekend pops ain't talking no wristband

I could've text her and done me a quick two

Them *****s so prang they're slapping they ****bands

And Johnny text back he told me my ****bangs

But I already know I ain't gonna reply back

My pack half brown half white it's a ice frap

I really put work in the floor in the high flats

I should've never forced myself on the fast train

But we was fifteen with raps of the class A

And now they're gonna lie for the ******s on IG

They gave bro life and that's why my heart ache

Cah I was in class assaulting my classmates

And then my *****lied I got issues with my trust

So me M's hit the tizzy on spring break

I ain't even 20 my *****I fling grub

****fist fights you touch me I swing this

Civils can't help him watching him sinkin'

I'm probably with K36 or Jim Jibz

Cah I don't know what you other *****s are thinkin'

And you ain't got five in your junker drinkin'

Do it like Mike or Myth when I swing this

And suttin' ain't right but I couldn't be right

Cah suttin' got diced a ****just limping

My sim jam packed I got fiends in the doorway

I tell 'em double that like I leaned on pure ye

He choking out he can't breath this the powers

He been at it for hours like he's battling a court case

Catting for the sorbet

Bro said I'm a rapper I still fling it twenty fours

Summertime I'm comfortable it's cling up in my drawers

Foot chase by the constable they're filling up my ward

But I still raise my hand like I'm winning an award

I ain't sinkin' I got packin' everything in fashion

Gold my block for dutty and stiff chapping

He ain't on I I know that it's just chatting

But either way I pattern the pattern it get managed

Either way I pattern the pattern it gets sorted

I mixed the pack with magi' I just bought it

We could've gone clear or clear the whole mortgage

But when they took T Sav back it all halted

Tell me what you need we got sorts in a dozen

I'm sorting out my man then sorting his cousin

The hood ****ed I could've been at war with my cousin

Then bro got life cah he tore up a suttin'

I'm painting you my story like I'm Dave or I'm Rapman

We make bands then the askaar 'nap gang

****ed up the mots' the DVLA banned man

I need a mo' stack like Skamz and Clan Clan

My man ah bang who you shaved up badman

My *****Rella pull up on dingers with live smoke

I got 'ed like Sheeran and Dave like Santan

So when I step foot in the mountains it's no joke

I used to break w**d 'til cuzzy the cook cook

So I been on the mots' I don't know when I'm back home

My mummy begs me stop switching up my phone

Cah she can't get through she panics and call bro