(Intro)

Yeah
Its Feltz
Its The Comeback
Im back
I Ain't Leaving no more
Im forever staying
Welcome Everyone...
To the Feltzyy Show
Ha

The Comeback

(Build Up)

Im Back da da da da da da da da (dadada)
Its the come back back back back back back (Its The Comeback)
La la la la la la la la la la la (dalala)
Ima go far far far far far far far far (Go Far)

(Verse)

Here we go again
Another intro
Let me go inflow
Another disco with a bimbo

Sitting in the back of the limo With my notebook
Writing down how i feel so you better note this
Its like I'm stuck can't go up
Comeback needs to bring me luck

So i can give the pot and give to my mum
Cos she's the ones who kept me alive
Half this time
Love to my dad cos most his life he standed by my side

You want to know me well get to know me
Dont be shy little homie
Cos I've got you if you've got me
We can talk if you feel lost G
Cos i said I've got you if you've got me

I'm just saying I'm a nice guy
Tryna live a nice life
Got these thoughts stuck up in my mind
Its like i dont want to try any more

Now I'm crying on the floor
Put my wardrobe near the door
Tryna block the world out cos i dont want them anymore
But I've gotta be strong gotta stand up tall

So i did put the wardrobe back near the wall
Got my notebook out and i gave it my all
This is the outcome of what i got
Hashtag was the start but it didn't flop

I'm only learning give me time to get it right
Up all night fizzy drink some weed by my side
Can't you see I've got persistence in my mind
But you want to bring me down

Thats okay you can be a clown
Fool you ain't really cool
Cos you carry a tool
Really you should be in school kicking ball or playing 8 ball

Its real
People out in the fields
Looking for the opp to kill
But you need to chill and use your skill

You gotta live old and you gotta write your will
Make plans to make a mill
Do what you want to for fill

Dont get caught up in this gang shit
Cos if you die how the fuck is your family gonna manage
Imagine your family going out gang banging
Looking for the killers and they start clapping

There on this real shit man theres no acting
There buying guns theres no stabbings
Listening to the streets see if anyones bragging
There ready to go out banging

Get shit cracking
No they ain't lacking
Let one go off
And another one

Now they on the run
Does it sound fun
No it dont bro
No one wants to lose there son

So drop the weapons
And let it be peace
Write down your pain and drop it on the beats
Now you never know what you could achieve
And that is real shit there dawg believe

[Finished]