Lyrics How U Feel (feat. Joey Bada$$) - Joey Bada$$ , $NOT
'Cause
what
is
life
when
you
don't
even
wanna
live?
How
you
feel?
How
you
feel?
(How
you
feel?)
(Uh,
yeah)
I'm
so
lonely
'cause
what
is
life
if
I
don't
wanna
live?
(Woo)
Can
you
grab
the
Glock
and
shoot
me
in
the
head
real
quick?
My
enemies,
they
laughin'
at
me
like,
"What
the
fuck,
kid?"
People
lookin'
up
to
me,
sayin',
"Oh
my
God,
he
a
bitch"
(bitch)
Never
gave
a
fuck
about
it
'cause
I'm
high
as
shit
And
I
ain't
talkin'
'bout
as
drunk
as
my
soul
in
the
sky
and
shit
(fuck)
It's
too
late
to
come
down,
I
fuckin'
regret
this
shit
I'm
so
selfish,
I
can't
even
give
that
bitch
my
dick
'Cause
what
is
life
if
he
don't
even
wanna
live?
(Woo)
See
my
name
up
on
a
shirt,
I
hope
he,
"Rest
in
peace"
(go,
go)
Man,
how
you
feel?
Can
you
keep
it
real?
Roses
in
my
grill
Flowers
in
the
field,
even
in
the
grave
'Cause
that's
where
I'ma
chill,
ain't
nothing
for
a
lowlife,
still
Heart
broke
and
my
own
love
kills
(Badmon,
king)
(Yo,
yo,
yo,
yo,
yo)
Uh,
dying
to
live,
you're
living
to
die
I
knew
a
couple
real
niggas
that
didn't
survive
'Cause
fake
niggas
still
alive,
and
living
a
lie
Hidden
in
disguise,
think
it
harder
just
to
recognize
(yuh)
Maybe
the
reason
why
Jesus
got
crucified
They
screw
you
over
right
after
they
get
you
scrutinized
Well
bitch,
I'm
self
made,
fuck
being
supervised
Like
fuck,
I
look
like,
listening
to
some
suits
and
ties?
(Nigga)
Born
alone,
so
we
die
alone
You
niggas
rather
see
me
gone,
so
I
ride
with
chrome
(bah-bah)
I
got
God
on
my
phone
like
I
ain't
staying
long
(brrr)
Devil
on
my
back
making
sure
that
I
make
it
home
I'm
tryna
carry
on
tradition,
they
ain't
tryna
listen
Ain't
a
prescription
strong
enough
for
my
mental
condition
Kamikaze
visions,
I've
been
having
premonitions
Why
kill
yourself,
when
you
can
kill
the
competition?
What
is
life
if
he
don't
even
wanna
live?
(Woo)
See
my
name
up
on
a
shirt,
I
hope
he,
"Rest
in
peace"
(go,
go)
Man,
how
you
feel?
Can
you
keep
it
real?
Roses
in
my
grill
Flowers
in
the
field,
even
in
the
grave
'Cause
that's
where
I'ma
chill,
ain't
nothing
for
a
lowlife,
still
Heart
broke
and
my
own
love
kills
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