FEELING

Yeah
Oh, woah

I get this feeling that I can't describe
In my chest like I'm gonna die
I think we've run out of time (time)
I get this feeling that I can't describe
In my chest like I'm gonna die
I think we've run out of time (yeah, yeah yeah, woah, let's go)

I get this feeling that I can't describe
Shades on (shades on)
You wont see the pain up in my eyes
Going faster
You know I can't take it slow
With all of my niggas might rock out a show
(Like a rockstar)
Grow my hair out like a Rasta
You imposter
You the type to call the cops, yeah
Getting locked up
Free my niggas in that cell (cell)
You can tell
Look around, life in hell

Honestly (hell)
None of you fucking niggas can bother me (no way, prophecy-what?)
There ain't nobody stopping me
I just make this money quick
Ain't going back to poverty
I need me a pretty bitch
I think I won the lottery (yeah, yeah)

I think I might just take yours, yeah
I think her and me might make a great choice, yeah
You don't wanna see me start a fucking war, yeah
Feel this shit down to your fucking core

I get this feeling that I can't describe
In my chest like I'm gonna die
I think we've run out of time (time)
I get this feeling that I can't describe
In my chest like I'm gonna die
I think we've run out of time.