Mellow the Abstract - Feelings

Feelings
Cold feelings my emotions
Dealing by the pressure
From the vultures
Compare me to a star not a ceiling fan

Feeling like a minute late
Color in the lines
Wouldn't shape my design
Let it digest nigga
Where yo mind at
Prison doesn't fly
Big dreaming can you find that

Always hidden in disguises
The sky's no limit
Whats above got surprises
Got the wings but ain't flied yet
And the pain from the news
Means we really ain't progressed

Where the leaves at
Wheres the politician greed
And the segregated feedback

There go twelve hide the weed bag
What a time
What a time just to be black

Walk a thin line blind
Open doors but can't find them

Even when I glide on time
Even if the Sun don't shine
I gotta couple records that rhyme
Don't speak the truth or don't talk about
A damn thing
But they talk a lot
See damn
It's not a race
But I jog a lot
Tryna keep a float
But they're judging everyday
Its
Getting colder

Getting colder like shoulders
Like no one is noticed
Couple throws and i'm golden
Got a scope on the 244
Get a load
Of this
Getting colder
Getting colder like shoulders
Like no one is noticed
Couple throws and i'm golden
Got a scope on the 244
Get a load
Of this
Yeah
Double shots of the liq
Cream in the spot getting lit
45 on the hip
Dripping by the lines
On the front sheet both smoking
Kites in the whip

Feelings
Cold feelings my emotions
Dealing by the pressure
From the vultures
Compare me to a star not a ceiling fan
Living like it's infinite
Wide awake
Getting baked on the lake
Making waves
Sailing by the rail on a spaceship
Never seen a view so amazing
Feeling like a minute late
Color in the lines
Wouldn't shape my design
Let it digest nigga
Where yo mind at
Prison doesn't fly
Big dreaming can you find that

Always hidden in disguises
The sky's no limit
Whats above got surprises
Got the wings but ain't flied yet
And the pain from the news
Means we really ain't progressed

Where the leaves at
Wheres the politician greed
And the segregated feedback

There go twelve hide the weed bag
What a time
What a time just to be black

Walk a thin line blind
Open doors but can't find them

Even when I glide on time
Even if the Sun don't shine
I gotta couple records that rhyme
Don't speak the truth or don't talk about
A damn thing
But they talk a lot
See damn
It's not a race
But I jog a lot
Tryna keep a float
But they're judging everyday
Its
Getting colder

Getting colder like shoulders
Like no one is noticed
Couple throws and i'm golden
Got a scope on the 244
Get a load
Of this
Getting colder
Getting colder like shoulders
Like no one is noticed
Couple throws and i'm golden
Got a scope on the 244
Get a load
Of this
Yeah
Double shots of the liq
Cream in the spot getting lit
45 on the hip
Dripping by the lines
On the front sheet both smoking
Kites in the whip

Written by:
Rel William

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