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feel the breeze - cookin soul & ankhlejohn lyrics

[intro]
siu
lordy
talkin’ ’bout
uh, look

[chorus]
these days feel different to me
it feel like somebody following me, tryna get rid of me
most of this sh*t you n*ggas glorify, it ain’t real to me (nah)
suffer from imposter syndrome, they ain’t feeling me, uh
recently it was kamala, but first it was hilary
n*gga, it only be women according to history, uh
these the times i usually think about what you meant to me
i took a turn, my baby mama left, she got sick of me
sh*t burn, i know the life we living got different for me
the truth hurt, could understand why you need distance from me
if the sh*t was on the othеr foot, this sh*t’ll get wicked for me (wickеd)
d*mn, appreciate all the sh*t you did for me

[verse]
but don’t get it f*cked up, none of you n*ggas could sit with me (never)
ya mans seem nervous (he nervous), hands all jittery
n*ggas known to spin the block, hit ya curb with the artillery
i feel like ron isley, make a b*tch feel a breeze
n*gga never did true crime (what?), he was known to stack his demeanors (f*ck outta here)
the type to look him in the eye make him nervous off his demeanor (nervous)
never figured this n*gga out, he snapping for different reasons
respect me as a man, and in return, i’ll give you leisure
lordy
[chorus]
these days feel different to me
it feel like somebody following me, tryna get rid of me
most of this sh*t you n*ggas glorify, it ain’t real to me (nah)
suffer from imposter syndrome, they ain’t feeling me, uh
recently it was kamala (what?), but first it was hilary
n*gga, it only be b*tches according to history, uh
these the times i usually think about what you meant to me
i took a turn (oh), my baby mama left, she got sick of me (sh*t)
sh*t burn, i know the life we living got different for me
the truth hurt, could understand why you need distance from me
if the sh*t was on the other foot, this sh*t’ll get wicked for me (wicked)
d*mn, appreciate all the sh*t you did for me

[outro]
got hoes going to figaro, bring all the dough in
it’s hard to find somebody to lean on, i need support
made my mama proud with these words, turned into a poet
uh, i’m proof of manifesting [?]
lordy

- cookin soul ankhlejohn lyrics

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