Lyrics Come alive Felly

Come alive

Yay baby, agua!
It’s psychedelic!
Yeah!

I keep my head to the sky
You know it’s no use in wondering
Why, don’t you just get loose and feel these vibes?
And baby come alive, come alive, come alive

Took a walk outside?seen?a?crop top
Pretty ass?girl with a?vibe make my jaw drop
Know she peeped the style I can call bluffs
But no reply, no smile like my call blocked (Ayy)
This a big body no drop top
Rap not a hobby no more, I’m on the shot clock
Point two left I’ll go Zion, young lion coming for Zion
Made a lot of o’s I could kiss myself
A lot of hoes turn me into Miguel
I skywalk to Madonna like my dear
Walk to the front of the club like I’m Bia
Get some of your own money honey, don’t run my well
Although it won't run dry, she wanna kiss and tell
They under the spell, I keep it on the D-low
The hoes is Creole, the rhodes is seafoam

I keep my head to the sky
You know it’s no use in wondering
Why, don’t you just get loose and feel these vibes?
And baby come alive, come alive, come alive
I keep my head to the sky
You know it’s no use in wondering
Why, don’t you just get loose and feel these vibes?
And baby come alive, come alive, come alive

Yo Wolf!
Yo!
Do you think like uh, do you think we can get a feature on this next verse?
Somebody like popping like Omar Appollo or like Clairo or some shit? Like omebody?
Somebody like everybody’s fucking with right now?
No?
Uh
Ow!

Yeah baby I’m on my gangster shit
I played bass on it, I’m leaving with those I came in with
Cold blooded in the Kangol fit
I stay blunted with a label rep
Tryna tell me I should pick a genre
I swear y’all all sheeps lined up for slaughter
G’s move in silence, yeah like lasagna
Livin’ la vida in Barcelona, young Mariposa
Play my new shit on the stereo (Ayy)
She got a big body like Terio (Ayy)
Homie called shotty I don’t care though
Watch the white kids all copy my hair-do (Damn)
80K on Air BnB’s (80K)
So hell naw, no free CD’s
Your record all zzz’s, like where the fuck is your energy?
Take two sips so you tipsy, yeah I ain’t called I been busy
What the fuck you add to the mix?
Played twenty shows down on Sixth Street
Gatorade blue on the kicks rest in peace to Nipsey (Uh)
I got love, yeah the world can have it (Ayy)
Fuck around might spill the acid
They found me making out with a cactus
Stay cool it’s just a right of passage
I'm savage

I keep my head to the sky
You know it’s no use in wondering
Why, don’t you just get loose and feel these vibes?
And baby come alive, come alive, come alive

It’s psychedelic! Come alive
Young Fel
Shouts to the Dreamers
Yessir
Ha, nice Bob