Not a Sad Song

Look, I don't really like how I'm feelin' right now And if you was to ask me how I'm feelin' Shit, I don't think I'd be able to 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 takin' 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 shit, 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 (StardustSZN) 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 bitch, take a pic, flash on Bitch 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, huh You already know, fuck them niggas that's hating We gon' knock yo' screws lose, show you what them blues do We gon' empty out ya' pockets and bitch take ya shoes too If ya' partner want the smoke he can be on the news too We gon' pull up on the scene right there with the news crew Let's 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? Fuck them rappers they not cold as me (Huh) 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 (Trash) I'm gon' smoke this motha' fucking blunt until I pass out Boy I'm on they ass now, time to take the trash out I'ma sip this motherfucking cup until I pass out (Skrrt-skrrt) Ayy, don't stop, keep it going Yeah, I'm drunk, keep it pouring Ain't bout money, I'm ignoring Not sucking dick, bitch you boring I'm not rapping, bitch I'm flowing You be capping and I know it Call the plug, what we doing (Yah) 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-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 (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 Oh, I'm not Kawhi, but baby, what it do? (Oh) 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 fuck, bitch, I wanna fuck too She like the tattoos on my face, she say she think that shit look cool (That shit look cool) Florida to LA, you know that I be making moves, uh I be living life like I don't got shit else to lose Oh, 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 (What, what?) problems if you step on my shoes, uh I think she wanna fuck, bitch, I wanna fuck too She like the tattoos on my face, she say she think that shit look cool (That shit look cool) Florida to LA, you know that I be making moves, uh I be living life like I don't got shit else to lose (Ooh, ayy) (John Gabbana) (Ah)