Lyrics:
Wait at the gates for me, my nigga, I'm dying
Fate is a weight, debate the state of my mind
Generate hate, emotion I cannot find
I'm feeling great
you fumbled the weight
Never been a day I fumbled a play
Never been afraid to stomach the pain
Run a business used to run from the jakes
Gotta get it
The underworld watches in horror
As this marks the day that
3 of America's most notorious outlaws
Will be executed for their crimes
Together
Ain't no hidin' in the garage when we get down
Now, feel me
5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, 35, 40
45, 50, 55, 60, 65, 70, 75, 80
85, 90, 95, 100, hmm
leaders they all died so why try
Leader follow
All of our leaders they all died so why try
Leader follow
Good intentions are over written by the list
got me feeling good hoes want cola
It's like that man it's just like this
These heffas can't have me so these hoes be pissed
All day everyday hittin
Keep on keep on ringing on the telephone
Months have gone by, been losing appetite
Days blending weeks into numbers on a sheet
Don't know, don't care
Friday night, blindside
Helped off the field from the 30 yard line
I was mad when it happened
But looking back it was a blessing
There’s hard times,
Shit, you're looking at some motherfucking art, boo
Two pumps from the inhaler got me feeling like Morris Taylor
Two kisses on the cheek for my tailor
docking my spot
I stand by what I say, 'cause I'm easy to find
Dates posted every day of the year in bold lines
The more that I roam the more that I'm free
on
Cause all she ever wanted was that real shit
I'm 5'9 but I'm feeling like I'm real big
On top of the clouds on the buildings
Cut a little class cause
willin' the spiritual healin', will stop the drug dealing,
and killing, because I'm feeling like I'm ready to loose my mind,
so many bullets be flying,
How my mind is not at bay I'm feeling like I've finally risen
I make my art no benefit
I leave my mark don't mention it
I'm off the chart can't render
This is the start we conscientious makers of art
I bang the frame, change the shape
Yo, I master of the craft
Labels, fire their staff
How they,
being grinded into pulp of human
Am I gonna make it where I want, forsaken by my art
Or be stuck in the misery of this world that shit's just crazy
I had to remember who I was
I almost forgot how special I was
I had to change my way of seeing things
My way of feeling things
I'm sick of all
have no skills yet
The world is a big scary place
But somehow I can't shake the feeling I might make
A difference to the human race
Morning, Brian
We live in fear of no one to love us
Of feeling like an empty hole
With no kind heart or strengthening hand
To light the dark and secret soul.
the other night
In the middle of the set I thought man this is loud
I don’t remember feeling so uncomfortable during a set like that
Everyone around me was
a feeling deep inside
This time hearts they will collide
cll your love
Will define your part, Baby
While your head
Is inside of mine, Lady!
It's been
I want everything
I lost my everything I swear
I'm sittin' by the stairs, blank stairs
It seems my weight's scaredmaybe
A little scarce
The hunger
test
Confident to move on, I can now be my best
Awww man! Darkness again?! Surrounded by envy, hatred, and sin
The fire within, can't even stack up my
knew about who stayed close
Lived 30 years before the day I ever came home
And who we met then helped me heal my soul up
It wasn't the same country my
the fucking prophet see
Don't you fucking mess with me, i'll regret something God'll see
Feeling like the 6 god, kinda with some rick ross
Went from cocky shit
Discuss these art of feeling by 30 day warranty Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In