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Noski - A. Will Lyrics



Noski - A. Will Lyrics
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Don't it feel real?
Don't it feel real?
Don't it feel real?
Don't it feel real?
Don't you turn your back on me,
Don't you turn your back on me,
Na-naturally I'd rather be with a few hoes, I'm an athlete
Work-work you out, you tired of me
I-I go off experience
I like to be mysterious
My rhymes should make you curious
Do the things you always do, get the same your feeling blue
Should I walk away, or should I stay?
Can't find another you
I can count the days, how many days that I would pray for you
If I'm with my friends I'm in the Benz
I saved the coupe for you
Skip the VIP, we smoking blunts up in my living room
Shorty in the condo and she need some furniture, yeah
She don't want a man, she want a plan to get the bands
Yeah
Don't it feel real?
Don't it feel real?
Don't you turn your back on me
Don't you turn your back on me
Don't you turn your back on me
Don't it feel real?
Don't it feel real?
Don't it feel real?
Yeah
Little too late for your attack
I know the things that get you mad,
But you know the things that make me sad
I know the thing, I know the thing
I know the thing, I know the thing
A-Ain't afraid to show up, Ima blow up
Ain't afraid to do it, Ima do it (Ima do it)
Ain't afraid to prove, I just prove it (I just prove it)
Don't it feel real?
Don't it feel real?
I f*cked up and I had excuses
(I had excuses!)
I'm so human, I just proved it
(I just proved it!)
I f*cked up and I had excuses
(I had excuses!)
I'm so human, I just proved it
(I-I just proved it!)
When it's coming from the heart, don't it feel real?
Dribble my rock like I'm A. Will,
They call my flow unorthodox
I do not sit inside a box
Give a lil time, my shit gone grow
Give me a lil space, let me write my flow
You don't know what's in my dome
I keep it low till I spit my flow
Don't you turn your back on me
Don't you turn your back on me
Na-naturally I'd rather be with a few hoes, I'm an athlete
W-work you out you tired of me
(Work you out!)
You tired of me,
Work you out you tired of me
I can't make no shit up, yeah
I go off experience
I like to be mysterious, aye
Do the same you always do, get the same your feeling blue
Don't it feel real?
Don't it feel real?
Should I walk away or should I-
Don't it feel real?
Should I walk away or should I-
Don't it feel real?
Work you out you tired of me
Yeah, yup
Yup
When it's coming from the heart, don't it feel real?
Dribble my rock like I'm A. Will,
They call my flow unorthodox
I do not sit inside a box
Don't it feel real?
Don't it feel real?
Don't it feel real?
Don't it feel real?
I can't make no shit up!
I go off experience
I like to be mysterious
Don't it feel real?
Don't it feel real?
I f*cked up and I had excuses
Don't it feel real?
I f*cked up and I had excuses
Don't it feel real?
Don't it feel real?
Don't it feel real?
Don't it feel real?
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Don't it feel real?
Don't it feel real?
Don't it feel real?
Don't it feel real?
Don't you turn your back on me,
Don't you turn your back on me,
Na-naturally I'd rather be with a few hoes, I'm an athlete
Work-work you out, you tired of me
I-I go off experience
I like to be mysterious
My rhymes should make you curious
Do the things you always do, get the same your feeling blue
Should I walk away, or should I stay?
Can't find another you
I can count the days, how many days that I would pray for you
If I'm with my friends I'm in the Benz
I saved the coupe for you
Skip the VIP, we smoking blunts up in my living room
Shorty in the condo and she need some furniture, yeah
She don't want a man, she want a plan to get the bands
Yeah
Don't it feel real?
Don't it feel real?
Don't you turn your back on me
Don't you turn your back on me
Don't you turn your back on me
Don't it feel real?
Don't it feel real?
Don't it feel real?
Yeah
Little too late for your attack
I know the things that get you mad,
But you know the things that make me sad
I know the thing, I know the thing
I know the thing, I know the thing
A-Ain't afraid to show up, Ima blow up
Ain't afraid to do it, Ima do it (Ima do it)
Ain't afraid to prove, I just prove it (I just prove it)
Don't it feel real?
Don't it feel real?
I f*cked up and I had excuses
(I had excuses!)
I'm so human, I just proved it
(I just proved it!)
I f*cked up and I had excuses
(I had excuses!)
I'm so human, I just proved it
(I-I just proved it!)
When it's coming from the heart, don't it feel real?
Dribble my rock like I'm A. Will,
They call my flow unorthodox
I do not sit inside a box
Give a lil time, my shit gone grow
Give me a lil space, let me write my flow
You don't know what's in my dome
I keep it low till I spit my flow
Don't you turn your back on me
Don't you turn your back on me
Na-naturally I'd rather be with a few hoes, I'm an athlete
W-work you out you tired of me
(Work you out!)
You tired of me,
Work you out you tired of me
I can't make no shit up, yeah
I go off experience
I like to be mysterious, aye
Do the same you always do, get the same your feeling blue
Don't it feel real?
Don't it feel real?
Should I walk away or should I-
Don't it feel real?
Should I walk away or should I-
Don't it feel real?
Work you out you tired of me
Yeah, yup
Yup
When it's coming from the heart, don't it feel real?
Dribble my rock like I'm A. Will,
They call my flow unorthodox
I do not sit inside a box
Don't it feel real?
Don't it feel real?
Don't it feel real?
Don't it feel real?
I can't make no shit up!
I go off experience
I like to be mysterious
Don't it feel real?
Don't it feel real?
I f*cked up and I had excuses
Don't it feel real?
I f*cked up and I had excuses
Don't it feel real?
Don't it feel real?
Don't it feel real?
Don't it feel real?
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Writer: Ian Powell
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Language: English
Length: 4:48
Written by: Ian Powell

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