"LIFE OF A FEELING" lyrics

Trapper 2hollis, Finally Lost
Ah-ah, ah

I'm lost, no drink, no faucet
Nauseous, need a paramedic, caution
Got this, yeah, I think I fucking got this
Bitch, I'm not honest, nah, bitch, I'm not honest
Went inside the room, had to keep it lowkey, yeah
Flexing, third degree, hey, that's what I mean, yeah
And I don't need no fucking team, yeah
Kill you on my own, I don't need no fucking team, yeah, ayy

I'm chasin' the racks and I'm chasin' these hoes
I'm up with Simon, now we out the door
Don't need no help, I'll do it on my own
Let's go, let's go, I know what I'm doing, but losing my flow
Talkin' to someone I don't even know
And I'm on level three

Walk in that bitch with a longsword
She said, "Of course," it can't be ignored
Hide the racks up in the top drawer
Rockin' Tom Fords, riding on my fucking horse
Life of a feeling, it don't last that long
Cherish it sweetly before it's all gone
I'm in a space I don't know, know
Wanna escape, wanna escape, use a exit code

And I don't got no one
I don't got no one
Run from the gun, run from the sun
Pray to the sun, I gotta pray to the sun
I need to pray to the sun, I need to pray to the sun
Look what I've done
Look what I create when I'm fuckin' up, up
When I'm fuckin' u-u-u-
Try to become
Don't try to be one with, don't try to be one
Banish me from it all