Correction Lyrics Not a Sad Song by John Gabbana

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Look, I don't really like how I'm feelin' right now
And if you was to ask me how I'm feelin'
sh*t, 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 sh*t, 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 b*t*h, take a pic, flash on
b*t*h 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
You already know, f**k them n***as that's hating
We gon' knock yo' screws lose, show you what them blues do
We gon' empty out ya' pockets and b*t*h take ya shoes too
If ya' patna want the smoke he can be on the news too
We gon' pull up on the scene right there with the news crew
Lets 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? f**k them rappers they not cold as me
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
I'm gon' smoke this motha' f**king blunt until I pass out
Boy I'm on they ass now, time to take the trash out
I'ma sip this motha f**king cup until I pass out
Ayy, don't stop, keep it going
Yeah, I'm drunk, keep it pouring
Ain't bout money, I'm ignoring
Not sucking d**k, b*t*h you boring
I'm not rapping, b*t*h I'm flowing
You be capping and I know it
Call the plug, what we doing
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 jumped back to my senses

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