"Feel Like This" lyrics
I've been killing it
It feel like this
I've been killing it
It feel like this
Where'd you get all of that paper
Boy you just an imitator
I been aiming for the major
With the lust for blood the flavor
Couldn't ever get me sober
I been sipping on your soul bruh
Oh I know I'm colder
Paranoia never clever taking over
Ya wanna be a soldier
Better come with Folgers
If you sleeping on me
I'm sorry
You gon wake up to the flames hot coffee on body
Sick of sipping I'm awake I feel it oh yeah
Finger flipping I'm afraid it's taking over
My mentality been kill it till the coroner
Say I'm sick as shit I'm spitting out corona
Virus
Your highness
I find that the price in
The sinus
Is high just
The low trust
I noticed
They don't ever wanna see us win
Why
Cry when Angel's they deserve to die
1 2 3 4
I declare my lungs sore
5 6 7 8
I see blood I salivate
I been killing it feel like this
I been killing it feel like this
I been killing it feel like this
I been killing it feel like this
Looking up
Made a million off a dollar
Why you always got a problem
Looking down
At all of the fucking drama
Why you always got a problem
Don't leave my side until my soul complete my mind
I think I'm fine I try to keep these fiends in line
Not enough
Til I'm nodding off
Till the bodies start to drop like they some Molotov's
Mom I'm popping off
I been jotting thoughts
In this book but its gon make a million fucking bucks
Only fall asleep maybe twice a week
Oh my cup of tea
Little LSD
Hidden secrecy
See I feel the fee
Money not the only currency
Currently curve the tree
Til the leaves
Fall like the bodies in my closet did
Oh what a time just to ask for acknowledgement
See I pass on the ass cause the task at the hand
In demand
She'll be back for a zap in the end
1 2 3 4
I declare my lungs sore
5 6 7 8
I see blood I salivate
I been killing it feel like this
I been killing it feel like this
I been killing it feel like this
I been killing it feel like this
Looking up
Made a million off a dollar
Why you always got a problem
Looking down
At all of the fucking drama
Why you always got a problem
It feel like this
I've been killing it
It feel like this
Where'd you get all of that paper
Boy you just an imitator
I been aiming for the major
With the lust for blood the flavor
Couldn't ever get me sober
I been sipping on your soul bruh
Oh I know I'm colder
Paranoia never clever taking over
Ya wanna be a soldier
Better come with Folgers
If you sleeping on me
I'm sorry
You gon wake up to the flames hot coffee on body
Sick of sipping I'm awake I feel it oh yeah
Finger flipping I'm afraid it's taking over
My mentality been kill it till the coroner
Say I'm sick as shit I'm spitting out corona
Virus
Your highness
I find that the price in
The sinus
Is high just
The low trust
I noticed
They don't ever wanna see us win
Why
Cry when Angel's they deserve to die
1 2 3 4
I declare my lungs sore
5 6 7 8
I see blood I salivate
I been killing it feel like this
I been killing it feel like this
I been killing it feel like this
I been killing it feel like this
Looking up
Made a million off a dollar
Why you always got a problem
Looking down
At all of the fucking drama
Why you always got a problem
Don't leave my side until my soul complete my mind
I think I'm fine I try to keep these fiends in line
Not enough
Til I'm nodding off
Till the bodies start to drop like they some Molotov's
Mom I'm popping off
I been jotting thoughts
In this book but its gon make a million fucking bucks
Only fall asleep maybe twice a week
Oh my cup of tea
Little LSD
Hidden secrecy
See I feel the fee
Money not the only currency
Currently curve the tree
Til the leaves
Fall like the bodies in my closet did
Oh what a time just to ask for acknowledgement
See I pass on the ass cause the task at the hand
In demand
She'll be back for a zap in the end
1 2 3 4
I declare my lungs sore
5 6 7 8
I see blood I salivate
I been killing it feel like this
I been killing it feel like this
I been killing it feel like this
I been killing it feel like this
Looking up
Made a million off a dollar
Why you always got a problem
Looking down
At all of the fucking drama
Why you always got a problem
Writer(s): Grant Lalaian
