How I Feel
I ain't tryna be rude but I need to speak truth when I get into a mood like this
There is nothing I can do so I spit into the stu because all that I can do is write hits
Man I need to buy food but can't move my back's bruised
I need to relax soon, I pass dudes then ask who got the cash moved into their account
cause I've been waiting for the cash too
Every single minute I'm contemplating on something I can do to get my mind off the
virus
I've been stuck in the studio so many hours on hours I don't know of another beat that
I can find to devour cause I've been losing it
Who is this stupid kid with the ill tunes
I wrote shoe fits cause they did and they still do
Peeled through so many wack beats I can't use without a mask we can't be in the same room
Listen I don't wanna talk so I write what I feel to the mic when it's real
Everyday night is a fight for my life and I fight for the kill
Feeling like a soldier on the field
Need a knife for the thrill so I might get a meal
I need to chill
I don't like how I feel, I don't like how I feel
COVID-19 turned my dreams to nightmares it's quite clear
I gotta put up a fight here, it's right there in front of me mocking me, making fun of me
telling me that it's running me crazy how there is somebody who's dying
They were just walking around lively, but now they're down on the ground lying
This is a sickness that hits kids with the quickness
One minute you're fine, the next minute you're missing the breath in your lungs stressing
among every other weapon and drug when is it done
Praying that it's less than a month, just how it was, you better invest in a gun
Quit playing dumb, this could be a test from above, testing the love, been through all
the questions, enough, it's been enough
I ain't tryna get sick, I gotta admit, are they getting to the bottom of it
Is it a myth yeah it probably is
Listen I don't wanna talk so I write what I feel to the mic when it's real
Everyday night is a fight for my life and I fight for the kill
Feeling like a soldier in the field
Need a knife for the thrill so I might get a meal
I need to chill
I don't like how I feel, I don't like how I feel
There is nothing I can do so I spit into the stu because all that I can do is write hits
Man I need to buy food but can't move my back's bruised
I need to relax soon, I pass dudes then ask who got the cash moved into their account
cause I've been waiting for the cash too
Every single minute I'm contemplating on something I can do to get my mind off the
virus
I've been stuck in the studio so many hours on hours I don't know of another beat that
I can find to devour cause I've been losing it
Who is this stupid kid with the ill tunes
I wrote shoe fits cause they did and they still do
Peeled through so many wack beats I can't use without a mask we can't be in the same room
Listen I don't wanna talk so I write what I feel to the mic when it's real
Everyday night is a fight for my life and I fight for the kill
Feeling like a soldier on the field
Need a knife for the thrill so I might get a meal
I need to chill
I don't like how I feel, I don't like how I feel
COVID-19 turned my dreams to nightmares it's quite clear
I gotta put up a fight here, it's right there in front of me mocking me, making fun of me
telling me that it's running me crazy how there is somebody who's dying
They were just walking around lively, but now they're down on the ground lying
This is a sickness that hits kids with the quickness
One minute you're fine, the next minute you're missing the breath in your lungs stressing
among every other weapon and drug when is it done
Praying that it's less than a month, just how it was, you better invest in a gun
Quit playing dumb, this could be a test from above, testing the love, been through all
the questions, enough, it's been enough
I ain't tryna get sick, I gotta admit, are they getting to the bottom of it
Is it a myth yeah it probably is
Listen I don't wanna talk so I write what I feel to the mic when it's real
Everyday night is a fight for my life and I fight for the kill
Feeling like a soldier in the field
Need a knife for the thrill so I might get a meal
I need to chill
I don't like how I feel, I don't like how I feel
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Vineyard
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