Lyrics:
Hey, yeah
We the same brothas from a long time ago
We was talkin' about television and
Doin' it on the radio what we did was to
Help our generation
Til' now I always got by on my own
(On my own)
I never really cared til' I met you
(Til' I met you)
Til' now I always got by on my own
(On my own)
I
right there in the middle by me
I was thinkin' bout a long kiss
Man just gotta get goin'
Where the night might lead
I know what I was feelin'
But what
Sittin' right there in the middle by me
I was thinkin' bout a long kiss
Man just gotta get goin'
Where the night might lead
I know what I was feelin
bona fela
They got the cheese up, mozarella
Tsek nawe ya hamba oba tshela
One by one
Yeah, bazophela
Oh no, this ain't illuminati
This is pusha, phanda
Back in the days of the 33 and 45
First time I remember feelin' alive
Playin' like a'ringin' a bell 'n' I learned it off the radio
Sure it was only
American
Accents by accident b
Batter babbling battlers with a
Bag of batteries
Ban these bias blaggers because
They're badly backwards b
Batty bible bashers
problem'
You got it all hands down and
The survey says that you're all I need
So I take her by the hand (Whoa, oh)
Then I lead her to the floor (Whoa,
on the radio got me steamed
Can't put a smile on my face cuz my pockets ain't straight
At least not the way I want 'em to be
Early as phuckk, eight fifty-one
here by my side
I was fucked up off the drugs when I met you, and now I'm sane
Every time I sing this song, got me feelin' man, so insane
I be damn to be
screechin while the eyes tweekin
Black lines - Mark a lot
Got the mushrooms from the cow feces
Flower speaking no out season
Put the brown penis by the mouth
Feelin' good I gotta admit
Yeah yeah we been through some shit
But I be digging how you workin' it
Damn baby I'm killin' it
Feelin' good I gotta admit
Yeah
Loadin' up my Mac, goin' to my crib, to get my twelve-gauge.
One of my boys just got shot, huh.
F***in' around, in that million dollar spot.
A educated
And standing in the door
He said, if you've come to take the car away
I don't have it anymore
I don't have it anymore
He got the gospel on the radio
family was feelin' knowin' the situation
LeBron got his fourth ring, you gotta respect his shit
He was tired of hearin' y'all talkin' all that Kawhi
and never saw a tick
None like me, in whatever sport, it is
Tryna sign me, give me effort for a hit
Maverick Seizure doing edits on the pic
Going stupid,
only fooled by the baby face
I'm not diggin' yo man I'm just thuggin' for Benjamins
So stop the hatin' increase the radio cake
I'm not familiar with you
on that Snoop shit, Gin got me woozy
Got me feelin' sorry for my nigga Lil' Boosie
Turn up the fuckin’ radio, bang a lil' Gucci
Get high as a hummingbird
Leavin the cut in a rage
Loadin up my mac, goin to my crib, to get my 12 gauge
One of my boys just got shot, huh
Fuckin around, in that million
and nobody was feelin' it
Soon as he left the radio station Charlemagne
Was lookin at the co-host like
"Damn what a fuckin idiot"
What you need to do is stop
it up another notch
Yeah, that's how we doin it
Broadcasting, LIVE from WBBE
You know how we do it
We got a special guest in the house
He goes by
another apology
After three years, I'ma let it go (go)
Can't stand around cryin' no more (more)
Got your bags packed sittin' by the door (door)
I'ma
colder cause niggas be jealous
This real as it get aint no filter or edit
I wouldn't even be in the stu if it wasn't for Des an Yung Dolla
Im givin them
my favorite spot
And that's on
[Chorus: x2]
The front porch smoking reefa
The weed got 'em feelin' um hm
On the front porch getting deeper
.jpg/220px-Feelin's_(Teddy_Edwards_album).jpg "Feelin's")
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