Testo Feels - Wretch 32 feat. Tiggs Da Author
Testo della canzone Feels (Wretch 32 feat. Tiggs Da Author), tratta dall'album HOME?
You got me in my feelings
Can't fight the way I feel
Feel like I should battle for custody of my youts
They wan' see your view when they're stuck with me in the room
All this passa passa, it's funny you've been amused
Laughin' all the way to my bank 'cause I pay my dues
Feel like I should clear up all rumours that may emerge
She'll be mine forever, don't matter who had her first
Sometimes your history can block you from what you're worth
Still they say they love me but hate that I make it work
I'm in my feels
My brother's mum put my brother on a plane
To get away from my dad's side of the family
Did not, it rattled me
Met a few times, conversations over granny
Seemed weird how we had the same phase, Sons of Anarchy
And I'd hoped he'd be someone I can rope
Round Tottenham with the most
But I'm with my seven sisters and I love 'em
Little bro should be someone I should know
But his mum was in her feels there in the States
He sound like Damson on the phone
Still I wish him
More life, more life (I wish him)
I pray all my niggas get more life
Shawty said she wan' spend more time
But a nigga been hustlin' all night, yeah
You got me in my feelings (In my feelings)
Can't fight the way I feel (In my feelings)
Cross my heart and hope to die, I don't feel much anymore
When I lost my nan, I lost real love to the Lord
I was at my lowest, was ill, numb to the floor
Still I pray to the Father
Faith plus disaster can still equal your karma
Life's a cycle but my halo, it gave me armour
Reaper tried reap what I sow but I'm a martyr
Appetite full, ate up the ends, that was a starter
Presidential Rollie, Trump over Biden, I'm retrowbama
I should take a bar off
'Cause sometimes that's how it gets, ask Carlos
Star nine's killin' my people, it ain't a star, dawg
Why we gotta go off the grid if we get a chart song?
Imagine bein' poked in your back by your openin' act
I was openin' the door so you can close up the trap
They say it's black-on-black crime, there's red blood on my hands
When you were from my homeland, you were my brodie in fact, uh
Buss another bokkle like a boss, yeah
Pour a likkle liquor fi mi dawgs, yeah
Louis Vuitton pon mi corpse, haffi kill it
Where we livin' cah dem never show remorse, yeah
Buss another bokkle like a boss, yeah
Pour a likkle liquor fi mi dawgs, yeah
Louis Vuitton pon mi corpse, haffi kill it
Where we livin' cah dem never show remorse
More life, more life
I pray all my niggas get more life
Shawty said she wan' spend more time
But a nigga been hustlin' all night, yeah
More life, more life
I pray all my niggas get more life
Shawty said she wan' spend more time
But a nigga been hustlin' all night, yeah-yeah
And when you see "NF" written on your mural?
Well, it means that somebody's gettin' frightened of seein' the truth
You know, seein'— seein' harmony
I spent most of my life up in the field
Spent half of my time stuck in my feels
There's no doubt in my mind, it's somethin' real
I got a mountain to climb in Notting Hill
Every year, we give you celebrations
But do NE care for the reparations?
Not sayin' we paved the way but we paved the pavement
British Commonwealth Games make you turn Jamaican
Is that food for thought?
The Caribbean shop's not in the mood to talk
'Cause UB40 took all the tour support
No red, red wine, just give me Supermalt
And don't take the piss if I'm in the cubicle
I've seen you eat your dinner of mine
So much on my plate, I'm addin' flavour and spice
Bars on the window in case they peek through the blinds
'Cause "Love Thy Neighbour" was not a favourite of mine
Reflection of the times but do the minds reflect?
You loved all the medals but didn't like the men
Remind me to remember if ever I forget
And if the children are the future, let's never lie to them
Tell them great-granny just had to move, you know
Back on the flight, couldn't produce the docs
You think she lucky and got a two-for-one
But the truth is her two homes turned to none
Do you even know if she got a place or not?
How you even livin' with all the shame you got?
'Cause you're so busy focused on what we're becomin' that
You don't even ever see what you've become
Credits
Writer(s): Jermaine Jason St Claire Scott, Adam Simon, Ikeoluwa Oluwatobi Oluwajare Oladigbolu
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