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feel - nato lyrics

whippin 1200 horses
arabian

don’t know what day we in
this henny got me goin blank again

i slipped her favorite drink on the rocks inside of a cede benz
then
told her step ya game up or call ya lady friends

i got the drugs to get you up talkin to kurt cobain again
the doctors are jealous of the sh*t that i get so savor em

stay monogamous wit my b*tches i tell em when i’m leaving em
i punish em right, would never let em misbehave again

i’m living by the 10 commandments
i’m on my 9th of the night and boy she speak spanish
she like nike in the 90s making lines vanish
so like kanye i’ll bring em back to the top
(reload it like a 40 mag with the katy perry)
then i gotta go boy
already forgot her name but she tatted my neck
that ain’t even legal for me momma gon’ be mad
but momma ain’t gonna notice if i never go back
i pack the caravan
then i hit the road boy
okay i admit it
i may be self conceited wit my lyrics
lemme finish

i get a little stressed
inside a room without a mirror
i focus less on what i hear and worry more on my appearance
for example

i can’t start conversation without margiela on
i can’t read unless i’m wearing isabel marant
i can’t flirt unless i’m rocking retro garçons
and i really can’t stay humble unless i am fearing god
chalk it up

i’m sorry momma i ain’t gonna get my doctorate
i’m sorry momma i could say it til i swallowed it
i got distracted by the things
i could accomplish the attention i received was outweighing the life i promised

my vices are turning me into an animal
scared of mediocracy focused on twitter handles
i know what i do is wrong and i know how to make it right

but i can’t never come to make that choice without a fight within myself
i go back and forth
as time goes on
go back to eighths
to write my wrongs
as life goes on
i’ll give it to em
but most of y’all can’t depict the language i’m writing fluent
so i say f*ck it i’m thinking too much and sounding stupid
so i’m about to turn this sh*t into a cake walk
f*ck all of ya 40s and f*ck all the keys ya type on
i got thoughts inside my head that make doctors mad
so i’ll spin the f*ckin bottle til i like the side it lands on

that breeze is making me sweat is making me feel so high
ah f*ck it

yeah you know, i said we got time (yeah)
we got a life to live (right)
we got stripes to get and we got stripes to give (yeah)
yeah you know a man is only what he thinks about all day long

d*mn right, you’ll remember that

- nato lyrics

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