Come Alive By Felly
Yay baby, agua!
It’s psychedelic! Yeah!
I keep my head to the sky,
You know it’s no use in wondering
Why, don’t you just get loose and feel these vibes?,
And baby come alive, come alive, come alive!
Took a walk outside seen a crop top,
Pretty ass girl with a vibe make my jaw drop,
Know she peeped the style I can call bluffs
But no reply, no smile like my call blocked (ay),
This a big body no drop top,
Rap not a hobby no more, I’m on the shot clock,
Point two left I’ll go Zion, young lion coming for Zion,
Made a lot of o’s I could kiss myself,
A lot of hoes turn me into Miguel,
I skywalk to Madonna like my dear,
Walk to the front of the club like I’m Bia,
Get some of your own money honey, don’t run my well,
Although it wont run dry, she wanna kiss and tell,
They under the spell, I keep it on the D-low,
The hoes is Creole, the rhodes is seafoam
I keep my head to the sky,
You know it’s no use in wondering
Why don’t you just get loose and feel these vibes?
And baby come alive, come alive, come alive!
I keep my head to the sky,
You know it’s no use in wondering
Why don’t you just get loose and feel these vibes,
And baby come alive, come alive, come alive!
Yo Wolf!
Yo!
Do you think like uh, do you think we can get a feature on this next verse?
Somebody popping like Omar Appollo or like Clairo or some shit? Somebody?
Somebody like everybody’s fucking with right now?
No?
Uhhh
Ow!
Yay baby I’m on my gangster shit,
I played bass on it, I’m leaving with those I came in with
Cold blooded in the Kangol fit,
I stay blunted with a label rep,
Tryna tell me I should pick a genre,
I swear y’all all sheeps lined up for slaughter
G’s move in silence, yeah like lasagna,
Livin’ la vida in Barcelona, young Mariposa,
Play my new shit on the stereo (ay),
She got a big body like Terio (ay),
Homie called shotty I don’t care though,
Watch the white kids all copy my hair-do (damn),
80K on Air BnB’s (80K),
So hell naw, no free CD’s,
Your record all zzz’s, like where the fuck is your energy?
Take two sips so you tipsy, yeah I ain’t called I been busy,
what the fuck you add to the mix?
Played twenty shows down on Sixth Street,
Gatorade blue on the kicks rest in peace to Nipsey (uh),
I got love, yeah the world can have it (ay),
Fuck around might spill the acid,
They found me making out with a cactus,
Stay cool it’s just a right of passage, savage.
I keep my head to the sky,
You know it’s no use in wondering
Why don’t you just get loose and feel these vibes,
And baby come alive, come alive, come alive!
It’s psychedelic! Come alive.
Young Fel. Shouts to the Dreamers.
Yessir.
Ha, nice Bob.
