No Hard Feelings - Elaquent, 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

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)

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 fuck 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 fuck 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

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)