Felly - Night and Day lyrics

[Intro] Yo thanks for the beat Fel 95's on the rise CT on the rise Get at us [Verse 1: Bradley] Look and listen I've grown I'm kickin' it in my zone The couch by the cyclone, and spittin' to the iPhone Felly on the beat, I feel the sample run in my bones I gotta clean the screen because I'm spittin' out my piehole I can't feel my eyeballs, try walkin', I fall Laughin off my a** watchin' Cancun, with Kyle I smoke so much weed I feel like I just ran a mile My rhymes are f**in' sick, wait, my rhymes are f**in' vile Stumble on some nuggets and ya better bet I burn em' Smokin' doobie after doobie got it kickin' at my sternum Ayers on my table and I'm bout to f**in' turn em' And you all ain't knowin Roy but man I sure as hell discerned em' I dont have the benevolence that's relevant to betterments I'm charged with the embezzlement that's of my self-intelligence I'm bu*ta on the beat it's like the bars are on a regiment Now get up out the car cause I ain't feelin' too affectionate Grindin' on my rhymes I'll take ya places that ya never been Ya jaw just hit the carpet and I'm writin' for the hell of it My voice'll throw ya off, but the vibes are the mellowest I know i spit it sick because ya fever's lookin' yellowish Rastafari shottas, I'm hoppin down to YaYas Pastin' up a face and so I'm watchin for impalas Watchin' on my back cause I ain't tryna rock a collar And when the deed is done I throw a grin and tell em holla, holla [Verse 2: Bradley] We're doin' opes and so we kickin' it in slow mo I go n' stub my toe and so I'm trippin' like some robo I'm hoppin' on the track just like I'm hoppin' on a pogo Ya so-so, and I'm dope, ya mojo, is so broke Oh you rockin' Polo? My face should be the logo Ya talkin' to the po po? Oh that is such a no no You'll have a lotta fun, when ya hangin' out with dodos And oh you got a manager? I'mma do it solo My flow so cold I'mma serve it with some cocoa Ya struckout ya bozo, 0 and 3, the ozone I'm f**in' with ya head, and I'm doin' it pro bono Oh so, I heard somebody heard about me I hope I help em' out because I write profoundly And I hope that they can that this is not about me I'm makin' sh** relatable and music found me So I'mma wait around until the music crowns me A mink fur coat, tells a story of Astoria The thought of wearin' animals can bring yourself euphoria It seems like all the cotton gins are gettin' kinda bored of ya We're doin' to the animals, what France did to Lauria Alluring ya, just so I could build my rapport to ya I shape a couple words so I can open up ya corneas I'm feelin' it already, it's the critics gettin' hornier I'm sorry to the beat man, Felly's probably mournin' ya Bradley