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No Hard Feelings (feat. Blue November) Lyrics


Elaquent No Hard Feelings (feat. Blue November)

[Intro: Blue November]
Yo...

[Verse 1: Blue November]
Whether or not you understanding, this is the plot
This is the end, Cudi on my speakers again
Pop a script it got me ripping up my pages
These words won't live forever so a nigga gotta make them
High as Seven Seals on the real I cook with the apron
Today I'm feeling Cajun in a haven made for a pagan, yea
Was infiltrated by niggas need me a Glock or something
Shock a nigga leave the sock on top and rock it to 'em
If this was the 80's I'd be flipping packs in the locker room
Raised by Raegan babies we was taught to maneuver fumes
Bachelor moods, hoping this bourbon won't resurface
Spatula flipping writtens into the oven furnace
Brick by brick I tore it down like the crucifix
That pinned me down as a young'n going through some shit
Thoughts in the sewer now I'm really going through some shit
And it's no hard, and it's no hard

[Chorus: Blue November]
And its no hard feelings (None at all, none at all)
And its no hard feelings (None at all, none at all)
I'ma get this money without you
I'ma get to drinking without you (Po' me up, po' me up)
And its no hard feelings (None at all, none at all)
And its no hard feelings (None at all, none at all)
I'ma get this money without you
I'ma get to drinking without you (Po' me up, po' me up)

[Verse 2: Blue November]
Get used to it
Flew off the rail, nose grind unamused to it
You are the muse that I amuse until the AM
Refusing to sleep cause these raps do pay 'em
By them I mean the bodies that I'm slaying
Gatekeepers, wack niggas on the FM so
F– them nah f..ck y'all niggas
Crowd favorite so they sent me here to murk y'all niggas
Contracted in a cage with your face off nigga
Been a time I only had a parking ticket to my name
What you fabricate won't activate inside the lane I'm in
I mean them ends is worth nothing
Bring the bag or keep it dumping
I see headlines in my future
But how when niggas flexing 8balls size of loofahs
Or roofied in the coup with twenty women from Bermuda
Super soak a ho repeatedly, went dipping with a scuba
Who the f..ck is you bruh?
West Orlando from the bandos to the Barnett
Park far from you lames if a target
Scope feel safer from a range, kill your Margaret
Skill-wise we are margins away
Class of my own like Margiela skates
I scoff as I blow fumes grown out of state
State prop we the chain gang running up the block, nigga

[Chorus: Blue November]
And its no hard feelings (None at all, none at all)
And its no hard feelings (None at all, none at all)
I'ma get this money without you
I'ma get to drinking without you (Po' me up, po' me up)
And its no hard feelings (None at all, none at all)
And its no hard feelings (None at all, none at all)
I'ma get this money without you
I'ma get to drinking without you (Po' me up, po' me up)


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