Bad Feeling
This that shit that make people start new religions
Can't see the depths of this murky water I'm swimming in
Speeding down roads, probably headed for a collision
Just got me rolling and burning, that's word two Michelin
But God ain't bring me to this summit to plummet
But something is haunting me
Either its bad company or it comes in peace
Alien and familiar
The type of shit that made Kurt Cobain say I'm out, and made Michael Jack write the thriller nigga
Eh
That voodoo you do got me losing control
Don't know what it is but that thing got a hold of me
Lil Shop of Horrors, just feed me some more
Got to see more pray the Lord guides my soul
Yeah
Smoke weed, fuck bitches, and get this revenue
But just be warned this recipe might be the death of you
I said
Smoke weed, fuck bitches, and get this revenue
But just be warned this recipe might be the death of you
Lust
Greed
What we all seem to need
Yeah
I feel like I've got the juice
I'm drinkin The Kool-Aid
It tastes bitter Sweet, sugar and cyanide in my chemistry
My cup overflowith the brim
Hope I get no blood on my hands
Just trying to get out of here clean
Nigga good luck if you can
God, what's my role
Tell me what's in your plans
I'm feelin like Major Tom
Talking to Central Command
My gauges way too haywire
Product of circumstance
Just trying to circumvent and reverse all the hurt that was handed
From babies percolating to mollies and Percocet's.
Chillin in Eden until we heard what the serpent said
Hell of a echo
Rollin up rillos, to quiet the sound
Used to be scared of the edge, I cannonball dive off it now
Talking to my God, I tell him I need closure
Is this passion a gift, or gilded horses just bursting with soldiers
All of these lyrics and memories I've been working hard saving up
Sometimes I stay up late at night and look back and wonder for what
Uh
Can't see the depths of this murky water I'm swimming in
Speeding down roads, probably headed for a collision
Just got me rolling and burning, that's word two Michelin
But God ain't bring me to this summit to plummet
But something is haunting me
Either its bad company or it comes in peace
Alien and familiar
The type of shit that made Kurt Cobain say I'm out, and made Michael Jack write the thriller nigga
Eh
That voodoo you do got me losing control
Don't know what it is but that thing got a hold of me
Lil Shop of Horrors, just feed me some more
Got to see more pray the Lord guides my soul
Yeah
Smoke weed, fuck bitches, and get this revenue
But just be warned this recipe might be the death of you
I said
Smoke weed, fuck bitches, and get this revenue
But just be warned this recipe might be the death of you
Lust
Greed
What we all seem to need
Yeah
I feel like I've got the juice
I'm drinkin The Kool-Aid
It tastes bitter Sweet, sugar and cyanide in my chemistry
My cup overflowith the brim
Hope I get no blood on my hands
Just trying to get out of here clean
Nigga good luck if you can
God, what's my role
Tell me what's in your plans
I'm feelin like Major Tom
Talking to Central Command
My gauges way too haywire
Product of circumstance
Just trying to circumvent and reverse all the hurt that was handed
From babies percolating to mollies and Percocet's.
Chillin in Eden until we heard what the serpent said
Hell of a echo
Rollin up rillos, to quiet the sound
Used to be scared of the edge, I cannonball dive off it now
Talking to my God, I tell him I need closure
Is this passion a gift, or gilded horses just bursting with soldiers
All of these lyrics and memories I've been working hard saving up
Sometimes I stay up late at night and look back and wonder for what
Uh
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Writer(s): Ellaun Williams
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