Lyrics Feels Good - People Under The Stairs

Feels Good

The church bells have begun to peal all over the city of Los Angeles
Every church in the town, ringing its bell to welcome the lighting of the flame
that will burn throughout the game
Lighting of the flame that will burn throughout the game
Lighting of the flame that will burn throughout the game
(you know the feeling when things ain’t right)
(Just another day)
Ayy, it feels good to be alive
It feels good to get high
It feels good to show love to the Most High above
But these streets can be heartless
Involved in a beef, I didn’t start this
From the fake I’m the farthest
Slipped and bumped heads
Seventeen shots
They wanted a nigga dead
Was it something I said?
Or the way that I look?
I was born this way, it doesn’t mean I’m a crook
Yo, I wanna feel good to be alive
And I just wanna chill and get high
I guess words are louder than actions
I do it every day and to life
I pay taxes, pass the Grey Goose
And watch them brothers smash this
No practice, Rabbit out a hat tricks
So everyday I breathe another goal to achieve
And to the Most High, I feel good, baby
To my dank high, thank you, baby
Word to Bernie Worrell
Another story to tell
Word to Billy, I’m an island to the vibes we sell
Took an L and a fail
I hug my trumpet, So fuck it
L.A river drive, feeling good in the sky
Let the negativity ride
The positivity ride
The positivity ride
(Damn it feels good…)
Duck, duck, bubble goose
Leaking chartreuse
Heart juice on the corner
The owner’s from flatline
Coroner’s on overtime
The blind eye, it stays turned
It’s lit, bruh, both ends of the candle, they getting burned
The system, sisters and brothers
Mothers and fathers, children
Tangled in this deep web
Wilderness, nobody with them
No visible path, worldwide we 35th in math
But number one with the memes
Now witness dank dreams crash
I built these Icarus wings
Out of the ash of the industry
But instead of Crete, I escaped the streets
Into the clouds, carried by wax, I got high
The sun was my son, reminding me I couldn’t fly
Far enough out of this innocence
Modern currency for pleasure
Once stolen, you’ll never recover the treasure
Let’s face it:
You’ll spend your whole life trying to replace it
A carrot on a stick, quick now, go ahead and chase it
Trying to catch that feeling of trending
But who’d have thunk?
I jumped into a bottle trying to find it and I sunk
Now here we are, some stoners, addicts and grown drunks
And not a single one of us feels good
Now, ain’t that fucked?
At least until the next fix
Binge watching Netflix, life’s Tetris
Trying to escape the blocks
It keeps stacking 'til you hit the top
They say
Ya' don’t stop 'til you hit the top
They say
It feels good
(you know the feeling when things ain’t right)
(you know the feeling when things ain’t right)