Felly - Fabrics lyrics

While my grandmothers' scarf comforts me But you look ugly And I ain't ever trippin' bout the lack of company Cause honestly I'm sitting here alone quite comfortably Depressed through this dimension And I think I failed to mention That I feel like I been running outta seconds Nobody gave a forewarning nor a preface Following my dreams feel like following my d**h wish She said she knows just how that stress gets When you hungry and you just trying to eat breakfast and nobody feels your message feel Good Enough to wake up and then fall back asleep It's a bad car to go get involved into like half the sh** that I see Plus I feel happier in my dreams, right I spit that sh** that give the feeling of the seaside Hungover in Pitts But with the flick of the wrist Yo I can kick sh** like this I be as good as it gets Even through armor vices My inner being Rastafarian Always one-hunnid three-times you'll get spartacus What's with all you knock-offs, and self-conscious narcissists Said I'm an artist b**h, do this sh** so artifice In it for the hardships the nonsense of reaping attention Homie rolled up a blessing We in a world with no exits You gotta give me a second Straighten up and get balanced My homie flipped on a record I beat it up ain't no challenge I smoke that weed while my grandmother's scarf comforts me But you look ugly And I ain't ever trippin' bout the lack of company Cause honestly I'm sitting here alone quite comfortably Depressed through this dimension And I think I failed to mention That I feel like I've been running outta seconds Nobody gave a forewarning nor a preface Following my dreams (let's go) feel like following my d**h wish Ayo reach and you slip a backpedal I do my homework blazed and gets A's I'm mad mellow I here the sad fellows get they fix when I spit Like the sun up in the sky you must protect or you get hit Sometimes life is full of sh** too many damn to-do lists But yo I learned if you ain't coolin' you just being foolish I used to think that i'ma die early, like mid-thirties But f** that i'ma rise early, and ride dirty I reach the crucifix up to my lips and then I kiss it I try to walk with God but got some holes up in my slippers And so I keep on slippin' Get tangled in the mischief So in a nut-shell I'm just a sinner named Christian But still they keep me spinnin' when they drinkin' on they lonely I'm rollin' like Jody, eyes open, got stolen by this music sh** And I don't think I'm coming back (what that is bro) Everybody rockin' plaid we look like lumberjacks (straight up) I smoke that weed while my grandmother's scarf comforts me But you look ugly And I ain't ever trippin' bout the lack of company Cause honestly I'm sitting here alone quite comfortably Depressed through this dimension And I think I failed to mention That I feel like I've been running outta seconds Nobody gave a forewarning nor a preface Following my dreams (let's go) feel like following my d**h wish Ayo let it go Damn, damn Damn yo Damn