How I Feel
Can't feel a thing, can't even feel pain
Somebody help me out
You just got, gotta tell me why
It's heavy, I feel it slipping through my fingers
The smoke from the shot in my past life lingers
I'm calling but I think the world is turning off the ringers
Oh well I'll leave a voicemail I turn it on to speaker
I'm checking out it's kinda hard what's this about?
Middle finger to the sky, when we try to call him out
If I can make him mad enough then maybe he'll just show up
Then I don't got to pull this trigger, he'll just make me blow up
Wish I could say that I was nervous, I don't feel a thing
Been waiting 8 years for the big bang and blood stains
I've seen enough rain and suffering and hustling
I'm not saying I'm not sane but I think I'm not sane
In just a couple of seconds right before the shot rings
I get to see an image of my life where there is not rain
I get to see a vision of my life where there is not pain
And not shame, so I lay down the gun and run the life lane
Millions of people
Know just how I feel
Millions of people
Know just how I feel
I look in the mirror at the face of adversity
In the eyes of the person I hate, who doesn't quit hurting me
You're my own worst enemy, you're grinning me
Don't wanna see me fly up out that city, bring my kin with me
But now I'm hungry, I'll make the world hate how much they love me
Coming from the underground, slummed up and grubby
Waiting for you fat cats to keep on getting chubby
Keep up filling up that tummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy
And imma eat you all up in one bite, my life
Yeah imma knock you all out with one strike, my life
Yeah imma cut you all down with one knife, my life
My pain, my strife, my life, all right?
See me in the street when you pass me in your benzes
On the sidewalk waiting outside of your fences
Up your driveway past your 20 inch rims'
And beating on the door till it's bouncing off the hinges
Millions of people
Know just how I feel
Millions of people
Know just how I feel
Thank you, everyone who's standing in my way
You're the light that keeps me up at night, the darkness in my day
You're the garbage in my garden, you're the reason that I'm hardened
I'm a rock inside a shell, I've been through hell now I'm a Spartan
I'm good ol' uncle sam, I'll look you in your eyes
I want more than just to hear your cries I want your demise
I want you on this rope, God I hope I break through
I want your head and your heart and your hopes and your dreams
Everything you want, everything you want from me
You're my curse, you're my hearse
You're my death, you're my birth
You're everything I can't control, everything that hurts
I'm your nightmare man, almost right there man
What's another year? Been at this for a light year man
I'm the winner at the finish line, no matter how you try
Because the difference between you and I is I'm ready to die
Millions of people
Know just how I feel
Millions of people
Know just how I feel
Somebody help me out
You just got, gotta tell me why
It's heavy, I feel it slipping through my fingers
The smoke from the shot in my past life lingers
I'm calling but I think the world is turning off the ringers
Oh well I'll leave a voicemail I turn it on to speaker
I'm checking out it's kinda hard what's this about?
Middle finger to the sky, when we try to call him out
If I can make him mad enough then maybe he'll just show up
Then I don't got to pull this trigger, he'll just make me blow up
Wish I could say that I was nervous, I don't feel a thing
Been waiting 8 years for the big bang and blood stains
I've seen enough rain and suffering and hustling
I'm not saying I'm not sane but I think I'm not sane
In just a couple of seconds right before the shot rings
I get to see an image of my life where there is not rain
I get to see a vision of my life where there is not pain
And not shame, so I lay down the gun and run the life lane
Millions of people
Know just how I feel
Millions of people
Know just how I feel
I look in the mirror at the face of adversity
In the eyes of the person I hate, who doesn't quit hurting me
You're my own worst enemy, you're grinning me
Don't wanna see me fly up out that city, bring my kin with me
But now I'm hungry, I'll make the world hate how much they love me
Coming from the underground, slummed up and grubby
Waiting for you fat cats to keep on getting chubby
Keep up filling up that tummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy
And imma eat you all up in one bite, my life
Yeah imma knock you all out with one strike, my life
Yeah imma cut you all down with one knife, my life
My pain, my strife, my life, all right?
See me in the street when you pass me in your benzes
On the sidewalk waiting outside of your fences
Up your driveway past your 20 inch rims'
And beating on the door till it's bouncing off the hinges
Millions of people
Know just how I feel
Millions of people
Know just how I feel
Thank you, everyone who's standing in my way
You're the light that keeps me up at night, the darkness in my day
You're the garbage in my garden, you're the reason that I'm hardened
I'm a rock inside a shell, I've been through hell now I'm a Spartan
I'm good ol' uncle sam, I'll look you in your eyes
I want more than just to hear your cries I want your demise
I want you on this rope, God I hope I break through
I want your head and your heart and your hopes and your dreams
Everything you want, everything you want from me
You're my curse, you're my hearse
You're my death, you're my birth
You're everything I can't control, everything that hurts
I'm your nightmare man, almost right there man
What's another year? Been at this for a light year man
I'm the winner at the finish line, no matter how you try
Because the difference between you and I is I'm ready to die
Millions of people
Know just how I feel
Millions of people
Know just how I feel
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Writer(s): Tyler Stephen Cassidy
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