No Hard Feelings billy woods
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[Verse 1]
Black astronaut, cop a space suit and jet off my steps
Challenger launch burnin' bright, burn to death
Burn in the firmament, charbroiled, catch the hair
Black boy burned crisp, pursed black lips
Black marionettes dance limp over the pit
The kindly ones distant as the winter sun
A mad woman whistlin', you can hear it if you listen
That's that empty pipe hissin', that's him crying and twitchin'
That's the vanishing point in the distance
Between us just the glass thickness
Cracked mirrors flash rictus
Skin pulled tight to the skull, that's the sickness
Seepin' through my leaky windows and broke fixtures
Guess who in the vestibulе like, "You can't smoke that herе mister"
Nah man, you can't smoke that here (Gotta go, man. You gotta go)
No hard feelings, no hard feelings, no hard feelings
It's scars when you done healing
It's walls topped with broken glass, I'll show you slum village
It's thoughts that come back from the grave, again and again, grinnin'
It's winnin', it's winnin', it's winnin', it's winnin'
Brother hopped out that new car smellin' like no hard feelings
Aftertaste bitter melon and lemon peelings
Heat rises so it's high ceilings
I pay rent on the tenth like they stealin'
Like they stealin' (Like they stealin'), like they stealin'
If the nigga by the furnace in the basement of the building
Black astronaut, cop a space suit and jet off my steps
Challenger launch burnin' bright, burn to death
Burn in the firmament, charbroiled, catch the hair
Black boy burned crisp, pursed black lips
Black marionettes dance limp over the pit
The kindly ones distant as the winter sun
A mad woman whistlin', you can hear it if you listen
That's that empty pipe hissin', that's him crying and twitchin'
That's the vanishing point in the distance
Between us just the glass thickness
Cracked mirrors flash rictus
Skin pulled tight to the skull, that's the sickness
Seepin' through my leaky windows and broke fixtures
Guess who in the vestibulе like, "You can't smoke that herе mister"
Nah man, you can't smoke that here (Gotta go, man. You gotta go)
No hard feelings, no hard feelings, no hard feelings
It's scars when you done healing
It's walls topped with broken glass, I'll show you slum village
It's thoughts that come back from the grave, again and again, grinnin'
It's winnin', it's winnin', it's winnin', it's winnin'
Brother hopped out that new car smellin' like no hard feelings
Aftertaste bitter melon and lemon peelings
Heat rises so it's high ceilings
I pay rent on the tenth like they stealin'
Like they stealin' (Like they stealin'), like they stealin'
If the nigga by the furnace in the basement of the building
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