| So tell me how you feel
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| So tell me how you feel
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| So tell me how you feel
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| So tell me how you feel
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| (Uh)
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| I keep my eyes open even when they shut closed
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| Knowing that I rather go ahead and trust foes
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| Friends are enemies and enemies are family members
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| At the end of the day its all hidden agendas
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| So I zone out, you should give it a try
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| The only time I seen it rain is when my sister cried
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| No dollar bills, I know about them dollar wars
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| Whether you spend it or save it, just know its never yours
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| (Think about it) and its hard to stay respectful
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| When they all up in your face and that chase getting stressful
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| Try to keep your pace cuz this race is getting mental
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| And they wanna take your place so your space is where they get you, look
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| The only thing that I have is this music
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| Take that away, in a day watch me lose it
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| So you really wanna know how I’m feelin'?
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| Just turn this up until the bass rips thru the ceiling
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| So I sit there, and just close my eyes
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| Then I zone out, let melody ride
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| This is that chill music
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| This is that tell me how u feel music
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| All you wanna catch is a high
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| With a 2×5 in the passenger side
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| This is that chill music
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| This is that tell me how u feel music
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| So tell me how you feel?
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| I know you’re lost thinkin' about the real huh
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| So tell me how you feel?
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| I know you’re lost thinkin' about the real huh
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| Now quite Frankly I’m floatin' in the Ocean
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| Novacane feelin drownin' with my eyes open
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| You kno the same feelin, starin' at the sky hopin'
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| 'Cuz ur feel ur souls broken, & u have no emotions
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| So I grab myself a pen, and jot it on the closest paper
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| The ones who call themselves your friends be the closest haters
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| And they ask me why I walk around solo
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| 'Cuz you all fancy, I’m the opposite of Soho
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| And how I feel right now it doesn’t even matter
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| 'Cuz any shots thrown I just take it as flatter
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| So quit the chit chatter, I ain’t here for a convo
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| Yeah I’m from Jersey I rock hard, no Bon Jo
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| And it feels like I’m bungie jumping
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| No matter how much I dropped I always came back to nothing
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| Food for thought, I’m gonna serve the meal
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| When your done eatin', then you tell me how you gonna feel |