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all started with a feeling
It all started with a feeling

Living out in Hollywood, yeah, man, I feel good, yeah
So misunderstood, 'cause we're young

my family lost it back in '08
We swore it was just a setback.
All we needed was to graduate,
And keep ignoring facts.

Don't you know you were born

when I look at how we living, I'm not tripping
So glad to see you I'm gon fuck you right here in the kitchen

My heart belongs to the street, belongs

to see me
If she get fillet, I tend to get fellatio
You heard i switch a style, I’ll be off it
By the time they imitate it though
You heard i’m in London

tough 
Not a haircut in about 6 weeks seem rough 
Cause i been grindin hard with out no sleep my Bandz buff 
19 years in the 618 it came clutch 
Grew up

and pass,
My homie hit it low,
Cause even though I got my medical card,
My homie still don’t. 

I be smokin hella in my own car,
I be packin hella in my own

I see peace in the streets in the city I live in
Yet the police seem to seek something a little bit different
They say crime doesn't pay, yet

sick the shit infectious, Leather Face came straight from Texas
Living reckless in the Country, Dirty dirty get the message
Where my lights cut off but

and visited numerous countries. 
I love to be surrounded by different cultures, and you can see that clearly in my Performing Arts.

I now welcome you all

woulda guessed way back then we'd ever come so far

CHORUS:
It all started in a bar like this
It all started with a girl like you
Jukebox playing a country

And as the fields went by us leaving them all behind, I told her I was sorry
And I heard her say, one more time. 

Chorus

You choke in the dust, you burn in the sun

still living in a council flat
Pour up a four and I sit back
Get my teeth on icey rack
First I gotta make my stack
Spend that shit and make it back

potholes
Rolling round the country in a 90s Monte Carlo
Still got the weed coming in by the carload
Smoking on the ganja like it ain't no tomorrow ima
Living

that preach Christianity
Was told I fled country but see
I don't live in a house I haunt one daily
I slit my own wrists I love the feeling of pain
Its

had no money
We were living in a van, playing in a band
Driving cross country, stoned with the munchies
Trevor's in the back, he's feeling kind of funky

put the work in, all my haters lurking yeah
(They Lurkin)
Momma only one feeding the family
For a better life they fly in a country
They don’t know what

Gonna work on overthinking the negative in my mind
I'm so thankful for the people that are sticking by my side
But know I tried

Everything I could

in me
Can't get by with the looks
So i gotta dive into some books
Lotta music now a days
Just words on a page and a catchy hook
Passion drives me not

Thinking of getting work is getting my nerves worked
The way that I'm headed, I will be flipping the bird first
Till I dip in the purse, and the dipping

in the night they way I run 
I'm tryna hop on a flight to different countries 
Don't talk to me if it ain't about money 
Raised in the DMV shit ain't

theme song 
Since we're living in Zombieland 
All the scopes got beams on
Gold diggers get screamed on
My shoulder don't lean on 
Can count my friends

of them would be a great disservice
But only one of them is living in my google searches
Woah
I’m only human
I make mistakes
(Again and again and again)
I’m

by they hamstring please don't make them pull it
Dre made this so you know how the scene go
This beat'll drum in yo head it's like it's Ringo
No

It is equal to living in a tragic land
To live in a tragic time
Regard now the sloping, mountainous rocks
And the river that batters
It's way over