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letra de no hurt feelings - j.$pirit (us)

[j.$pirit]
i don’t care about not hits
in the darkness i’m still lit
get some money wanna talk about it
don’t do no do no splits
fight like batman i’m legit
hit the sand bag in the gym
i keep working on my physique
feel like rocky getting slim
made some monsters in my lab lab
got some drinks flowing like tap tap
she been sitting on my lap lap
throw back and putt it on snapchat
haunt my dreams you know i like that
try to ghost me and come right back
ain’t no vampire ain’t price tag
i’m a werewolf and i bite back
make you lady jump
make yo make you lady jump
make you lady tear up
make no baby baby bump with her
oh they jealous no figure
oh they jealous no figure
no figure

oh thеy jealous no figure
got me going ghost likе baby no figure
got me feeling cold like i was born sinning
now my homies glowing up and yeah we all winning
all winning
keep the records all spinning
i don’t care for they opinion
no feelings
no hurt feeling
no feelings
[137]
don’t know if i was designed for another
i was sown in some bitter loam
i grow more aloof as clock ticks further
with the bones the meat i can’t consume

love to learn while some yearn to love
didn’t fight for teat
didn’t push or shove
now i am a runt
so i look above
and i see, this land was not meant for me

i may run but i do not flee
‘less it’s from their mundane glee
it’s hard to know what flag to fly in this barren sea

grabbing the bag and the rack
is the kind of pursuit that they won’t e’er attack
but as soon as a brother does innovate
paunch of the public does ready its cloth and its plate

i must say
deliverance is a device
when the tellurian doesn’t suffice
sticking your life in the rice
hoping to fix it and make it look nice
but what is niceness
if you go through crises
and lose no vices
dabbing the wound with a bandage
gluing the cell that lyses
only truly single if you aren’t beholden to l-st
only grip the easel when you’ve a brush you can trust

don’t know if i was designed for another
i was sown in some bitter loam
i grow more aloof as clock ticks further
with the bones the meat i can’t consume

[j.$pirit]
this the only thing i know
shorty tried to keep me lowbut she really want no smoke
got some females who gonna roll up
if she talking to me crazy
me and tiffany pour up
closing down my heart i’m about to keep the door shut
you childish behavior showed you would never grow up
eh got me sick i need to throw up
don’t not even come way you will get no love
done guilty tripping baby
cause it’s really no figure

- j pirit us

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