T.I. feat. Eric Bellinger & Killer Mike - How I Feel (feat. Eric Bellinger & Killer Mike) paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson How I Feel (feat. Eric Bellinger & Killer Mike) - Eric Bellinger , Killer Mike , T.I.



Oh, no, no (Oh)
If you could only know my feelings (Yeah)
Then you would know how much
Look (Hey)
Fuck all that protestin′ and marchin' peacefully (Yeah)
They still gon′ find a way to handle us egregiously (Oh)
Legally, if I may get this shit up off my mind now (Now)
We born in the battlefield, can't call no timeout (Yeah)
Every time now, it's another one of us lyin′ out (Hey)
Cryin′ out, "I can't breathe" until he dies out (Oh, no)
Make me at myself, what would you die about?
I doubt if a nigga been bangin′ since junior high
Let 'em fly, opposition resemblin′ you and I (Sheesh)
Racist cracker, give a fuck about it (Givе a fuck about it)
They never will 'til thеy start
Pickin′ up a couple bodies (Couple bodies)
When we got killed, well, there's some hours, scattered rain shower
The pain hurt (Oh) but the cold heart
Fact of the matter, it's gettin′ worse
(What else do you want? There′s so much pain on me)
Damn, if I could wish upon a star
I'll send a special bullet everywhere you hateful bastards are
(What else do you want? Please don′t hate on me)
Pull a string like a Gibson guitar, 'way from afar
(What else do you want? There′s so much pain on me)
Slow motion watch it enter your temple and exit your jaw, hmm
Send you all to Hell with a scar, a conversation piece
(What else do you want? Please don't hate on me)
Hope it maybe leads to a joke when you and Satan speak
Yeah, you patronizin′ us, we waitin' patiently
Well, you'll prolly get your life to trade a day with me
Call that shit a eye for a eye, my nigga, by any means (Sheesh)
Had extended clips before skinny jeans (Yeah)
Now bow and arrows at cop cars with kerosene
That′s how I′m feelin'
How it feel for me (That′s how I'm feelin′)
To be all alone (That's how I′m feelin', shoot)
All alone (Fuck that shit, that's how I′m feelin′)
How it feel for me (Ain't no guy to calm me down, how I′m feelin')
To be all alone (Shoot)
All alone (Now fuck that shit, that′s how I'm feelin′)
How it feel
I had a dream me and King saw Zimmerman (Zimmerman)
We laid low, masked up in a rental van (Rental van)
He killed a child, body was stiff and twisted, man
A mother cried, only one way to fix it, man
How long 'fore the people in the street get
Tired of the evil, say "Fuck that"? (Fuck that)
How long will they kneel to heel of the state with
A foot in the face 'fore they bust back? (Bust back)
Won′t be long ′fore agents of the state get ate
Like steak 'cause the people too strong (Too strong)
Rapture′s comin' one Sunday
It′s blood by Monday, I promise I won't be long (It won′t be long)
Lame nigga, same nigga, found out crackers had money on his head
Lame nigga, same nigga, callin' me like, "Michael, I'm scared"
I, hug that nigga like Michael did Fredo
Kept it G like my K tho
Excessive force
Leave a nigga no choice but a nigga
Better shoot his shot, fatal (Fatal)
Bad boy, bad boy
Tell me what you gon′ do when the police kill your mama? (Your mama)
Fuck that, I follow Obama when he kill
The crackers that killed Breonna (Breonna)
I take that charge, stick out my chest
Confess to judge, "Your Honor" (Your Honor)
I′m the truth, my ancestors pray for your honor and fuck your mama
How it feel for me (That's how I′m feelin')
To be all alone (That′s how I'm feelin′, shoot)
All alone (Fuck that shit, that's how I'm feelin′)
How it feel for me (Ain′t no guy to calm me down, how I'm feelin′)
To be all alone (Shoot)
All alone
How it feel
'Til the brawl finished, but we all been in
Niggas superhero, can you call in it?
In an′ out problems, never solved any
But we got the work down to Albany
Keep a long order, it's a tall order
Murder after murder, people y′all killing's
Our aunts, uncles, our grandchildren
Can't ask for it, gotta take that shit
Ain′t no repentance, eye for an eye, we want our vengeance
Life for a life, he kill your fiancée, kill his wife
Same for his father, generations of sons and daughters
It′s hard to stomach, they say I sound like Ali Mohammed
I say you got me, we livin' under these fuckin′ Nazis
What you expected? People riot, then you respect it?
And a split decision, gotta pick a side with this division
But we ain't fit for livin′, we can't protect our women and children
Man, we get sick
They just gon′ give us some Clorox as Penicillin (Ha)
Experimentin' in Tuskegee, showed me you would deceive me (Forreal)
As the city burned down and the night fall
'96 Impala, we just bouncin′ like it′s roundball
This ain't the ′90s, and the youngings, I ain't scared, y′all
The water boys, they might shoot back at the red dawgs (Oh)
I tell 'em plot plans, strategize, organize (Yeah)
Immobilize a secret army and stay unified
How it feel for me (How I feel, how I feel, how I feel, how I feel)
(That′s how I'm feelin')
To be all alone
(That′s how I′m feelin', all alone, shoot)
All alone, yeah
(Fuck that shit, that′s how I'm feelin′)
How it feel for me
(Ain't no guy to calm me down, how I′m feelin')
(How I feel, how I feel, how I feel, how I feel)
To be all alone (Shoot)
(How I feel, how I feel, how I feel, how I feel)
All alone
(Now fuck that shit, that's how I′m feelin′)
How it feel for me (How I feel, how I feel, how I feel, how I feel)
(I mean the truth is)
To be all alone
(I'm a human, you a human, skin color aside, riddle me this)
All alone, yeah (How dare I speak pace to a manic?)
How it feel for me (How I feel, how I feel, how I feel, how I feel)
(The fuck does that make me? I mean,
You motherfuckers can bend your knees man)
To be all alone (How I feel, how I feel, how I feel, how I feel)
(Fold your hands and your Bibles and
Pray as much as you motherfuckin′ want but)
All alone
The art of not fightin' back was brought to us by Christianity
That was given to us by our oppressor
So you continue to follow that, you continue to follow them
I be goddamned
I tell you what, nigga, you see me down bad, motherfucker on my ass
Nigga, don′t fail me, nigga, help me, nigga
I'm tellin′ you that, nigga, while I'm right here, nigga
Nigga, I'd do the same for you
No cap, nigga
That bullshit ain′t ′bout nothin'



Writer(s): Lavell Crump, Clifford Joseph Harris, Eric A Bellinger, Monte S. Moir, Forest Factory, Michael Render


T.I. feat. Eric Bellinger & Killer Mike - The L.I.B.R.A.
Album The L.I.B.R.A.
date de sortie
16-10-2020



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