Текст песни Feels GOOD (feat. Gee Leeky) - Rootx

Yo, Can you see it?
What?, the vision!
It's why I've been working hard
They ain't believe shit
Fuck it tho, I'm feening
I got to make it out

I've been thinking bout the pool, yeah
With the driveway and my shawty
On my side, yeah, out in pari'
Getting high, yeah, she gon' take dick right there
Say you love me, yeah, I love you
For you, i'll move mountains to get back to

And all my brothers, yeah, they all up
I swear to God, they gon' make a million dollars
At least
And don't tell JT, just be patient
Damn we all hate the gutter, it's some lame shit

And we all wan' be hot on some fame shit
Maybe not fame shit,
Appreciation
Of Course

Yo, Can you see it?
What?, the vision!
It's why I've been working hard
They ain't believe shit
Fuck it tho, I'm feening
I got to make it out

Okay, cool,
They ain't playing fair
Then we ain't playing by the rules
I been spitting fire, swear these lyrics is my fuel
I been with my brothers, we've been locked in since the school
He ain't have a pencil, but he always kept a tool
Remember those days, they tried to play me like a fool
All of our accomplishments, we need a bigger frame
I just need the money, give a fuck about the fame
They been steady swerving, I just stay up in my lane
I know that they salty, I just take it with a grain
Had to let it go, they gon' start supporting
When you high, now when you low
Had to fix some problems, that was out of my control
Now they see I'm up, I know they waiting for the glow

Whoa, shining like a light
I can't fuck more now, I gotta chase it every night
Chasing all my dreams, I just wanna see them on the line
Working on myself, I went an upgraded the price
Damn, we been going ham
Leeky get on beats, I'm spitting fire on demand

They ain't see the vision, I can't put them on a plan
They ain't see the vision, they were stuck up in the trance
They ain't understand, I'ma translate
Remember I was hungry, was nothing on my plate

Running to the money, I've been chasing it for days
If a nigga want a problem, brodie let the choppa spray