Lyrics I Feel Like - Chade

I Feel Like

I feel like Scotty you bout to get beamed
I feel like Pippen I’m sinking these threes
Feel like the whole world should look up and see
Feel like everyone should be more like me
Look up at me, look up and see, my spot at the top, highest branch in the tree
I’m in the sky and you’re in the sea
Look wrong at me break both of your knees
I catch vibes, you catch cases, get torn apart like it’s hellraiser
I hit noses, I break faces, you get hit with the haymaker
I burn bridges, don’t take favors, I scream loud and I wake neighbors
I kill bitches like Darth Vader, I spit fire and melt glaciers
I’ll stay here, won’t fade away
Let’s see what trouble I can cause today
There’s something in my DNA that makes me feel like I’m insane
If you’re talkin shit, I’m on the way
Make your brain rot, your mind decay
Doesn’t matter what time of day, I’ll fry you up like a fish filet
I live my life in perpetual burnout
I’m too focused on the way things will turn out
Need to focus on the music I churn out
Be my own person, fuck what you heard bout
I feel like Scotty you bout to get beamed
I feel like Pippen I’m sinking these threes
Feel like the whole world should look up and see
Feel like everyone should be more like me
So fuck you, I’m crazy as hell
Screamed at the wall just to see if it fell
Cause when you hear that ring of the bell
Whom does it toll for?
It’s you I can tell
Cause if you make a foe of me
You’re in a poem by Poe and me
This resistance you’re showin me
Won’t end well, knowing me
On your coffin is where I’ll lay the floral rose
These goth bitches make me question my moral code
Line you up like the stars for your horoscope
Split your head open, it looks like a portal hole
Filled with dots till it looks like the Baudot Code
I’m too eccentric to talk to the normal folk
I’m not a pro I don’t talk to the formal folk
If you come to squabble, we can have a quarrel bro, ooh
Who’s on the top spot
Angry man that’s under the mop top
Cut off your legs so you look like a crop top
You wanna be me but you’re just a knockoff
Hit you two times like your dad call me pop pop
You wanna rise but you gonna get dropped off
Like if Rafiki tripped over a rock stop
Talkin that shit if you don’t want the chop shop
Ax in your head it look like a shock top
Brains leak outta your skull, call you slop top
Your head like a baby, convertible, soft top
Split you in 4 different pieces like art pop
I go from line to line like a bar hop
And in case you weren’t clear this is where the bar stops.
*inhale*
I feel like Scotty you bout to get beamed
I feel like Pippen I’m sinking these threes
Feel like the whole world should look up and see
Feel like everyone should be more like me
One more time, now let’s see how it be
Don’t trust bitches with crystals you know that they witches
They’ll withdraw your essence and leave you with stitches
They talkin mad shit let’s see how your future feel
They look for the end of your life like a blooper reel
They eatin your soul like it’s some foreign fusion meal
Still ask them nicely, «stomp me with a Cuban heel»
…What?
What the fuck did he just say?
I do not know what the fuck I am saying
This is how my brain sees what I am relaying
Impossible loops of what I am replaying
I’m stuck in em think it is time for the breaking
Vague lines about violence aren’t clever?
Fine fucker, take you out like Hugh Heffner
Toxic waste out my mouth give you sepsis
It spreads to the lungs of my doubters and skeptics
Or maybe you prefer your torture extended?
Crack your ribs, and break every appendage
Look at your HP, I drop that percentage
Or is that shit still not fucking specific
I destroy everything I am a menace
I return all that you serve me like tennis
Everything seen you will see the end of
Everything you hold dear I’ll get rid of
Won’t recognize the world like dementia
Have memory loss every time that I hit ya
Bleed profusely from the place that I bit ya
Specific enough?
Do you get the picture?
Fuck, I’m on tangent like cosine
Leave you red like you tan on a coastline
This shit is ineffable don’t try
Or you end up a snack for the blow flies
Don’t care what I am in yo eyes
Only care what I am in my own mind
I know that you’re sad baby don’t cry
Before yo ass end up with poked eyes
The first rule of gun saftey is always keep your gun on safety when you aren’t
ready to use it
I feel like Scotty you bout to get beamed
I feel like Pippen I’m sinking these threes
Feel like the whole world should look up and see
Feel like everyone should be more like me, yeah
Well son of a bitch Clyde!
I’m sorry!
I already told you- get in the truck!