Gr3y

I feel grey
I feel great
I feel grave
I feel grey
I feel great
I feel grave
Hey
I feel grey
I feel great
I feel grave
I feel
Yeah

I've been at it, for the last 16 with my pad and
Pen I've been craftin' my own illmatic
The captain, made my uncle vanish
The bottle was a cloak and he was potter harry
My mother, grandfather, daddy; everybody been an addict
So many addicts in my house you can say
Anne Frank was hidin' in that bitch and I wouldn't even panic
Granted as soon as the nib landed
On the paper everything's been candid
No sugar coating, if somebody else wrote it by this time
You woulda died a diabetic
I bet it, nobody better
Bloodshot sclera
Hella scary, I can scare hell
See the scale here; I'm better
Used to be sticked to a screen, I left my home never
Now these drains and graveyards make me
Believe that I've been here forever

I feel grey
I feel great
I feel grave
I feel grey
I feel great
I feel grave
I feel grey
I feel great
I feel grave
I feel grey
I feel great
I feel grave

Stuck on the street sara bikel
Street struck like I'm Big L (R.I.P)
This pain's hidden for way too long
Reaper reachin' nearer everyday, I'm tryna repel
Yes, I'm tryna repel
Grey thoughts in my grey matter
Grave thoughts it's a great matter
Great thoughts it's a grave matter
'Cause no matter what I do, I can always do better
Shit like this make my brain shatter
I'm not an outsider lookin' inside
I'm not an insider lookin' out
I'm in the dead fuckin' centre lookin' all around
No lies I realise I'm an addict too
I just don't have the right attitude
My lungs grey, my liver's gettin' really fatty too
Black filters and white rum that's a fuckin' party dude
That's a fuckin' party dude

I feel grey
I feel great
I feel grave
I feel grey
I feel great
I feel grave
I feel grey
I feel great
I feel grave
I feel grey
I feel great
I feel grave

I practice what I preach only partly
Grey smokes of the green like a Marley
Grey ashes smeared all over my body
Time's meltin' away slowly, no Salvador Dali
You know I love my town, but does the town love me?
"English rapper, how can you call yourself Manbhuma G?"
"You fake woke, just take notes, you rarely execute anything"
"Sell your soul to the folks
Not a prophet, you's a prostitute if anything"
I'm way too, way too, way too dehati for marwadis
Way too, way too videsi for bauris
Been feelin' this way since I was little
No matter how big I get, I'll always be stuck in the middle
What? yeah
No matter how big I get, I'll always be stuck in the middle
Yeah

Like this was some shit like I've always felt like
People are like "Bro, you're too cool bro!"
And these are like people from my para
And then I go outside
And I see like quote-unqote "aesthetic and cool" people
And then they're like "Bro, what the fuck you doin?"
While like I sit down and do a squat
While I smoke a ciggarette or somethin'
Shit's weird