I'm only 33 but my mind is older
I've been around the globe with a crew of grown ups
My team guillotine, what the fuck did they show us?
I feel bad for whoever go after
We show up like a bruise in the morning
Pass the bath salts, bring the air horns in
Nah, nah, that's not funny
I was on a hard road, travel out of hungry
Rap without a barcode, get the bloody money
You was in my classroom fucking up dummy
Get 'em hella hype, Vanilla Ice, I bet they might
Crown you the new couple of years ago
Strange fame remain, the lame still fear the flow
Put it down and pick it up like a addict
Who's that scratching at scabs in the attic?
Fuck your swag if you never got your ass kicked
We in the mix to fix that, what's happening?
I'm not saying that I feel good but I feel alright
I'm not saying that I feel good but I feel alright
I'm not saying that I feel good but I feel al-
Saying that I feel good but I feel al-
Saying that I feel good but I feel alright
What's the B stand for? Bad motherfucker
Man from the broadcast built for this comfort
As for the bullshit, I can't hear none of it
Doctor told me it was bad for my stomach
Also, fuck it if you can't take a joke
Full of bad energy, I'm a dead poet
Your freestyle parlor trick, pretty boy politics
Carpet bagging style, biting bleeding leader signing shit
It's no love in the city of Providence
Arms folded up and their heads nod stiffly
They are not feeling you, you are not killing me
Stole a good idea but lack the abilities
God forbid I bring the heavy artillery
Thrive from kids that get buried in their misery
Bomb the bridge and teach a lesson to the industry
Not the shit, you just a filler that's in between
I might clip your wings, little parrot
Might sing some things that bring sadness
Matter fact, I might be your parent
My caliber's well-established
Cause your A side ain't half my B side
Do not Facetime request, you don't see mine
Till I say so, need I remind?
Your whole city is still my beehive
I'm not saying that I feel good but I feel alright
I'm not saying that I feel good but I feel alright
I'm not saying that I feel good but I feel al-
Saying that I feel good but I feel al-
Saying that I feel good but I feel alright
Fashion fades, style is eternal
I'm back cause time's a flat circle
So put the needle to the platter, we serve you
And black out and spaz and smash furniture
You in the whip, then snap the turn signal
Drop up on the curb and park in the store window
I'm kidding though, don't piss your life away
Turn up the gas, put the metal in the microwave
Radiate, let's make it to a brighter day
Because the bucket brigade is not coming
So let it burn cause you can't save nothing
I'ma name names and pray they say something
I'ma use breaks in the beats
Snitch ass websites hating on thieves
But it's okay cause I ain't even got my name on the deed
Tell wifey if she leaves she can take the keys
I told the label if it come they can blame it on me
Attach my death but that's a bad investment
I sank all my winnings into building the next shit
How I keep moving on the path I step in
See it as a privilege and a duty to wreck shit
Lethal rhetoric for my people's benefit
To be preeminent, I'm a seasoned veteran
May feel degenerate but I keep a regiment
For the increased betterment of my speech development
I'm not saying that I feel good but I feel alright
I'm not saying that I feel good but I feel alright
I'm not saying that I feel good but I feel al-
Saying that I feel good but I feel al-
Saying that I feel good but I feel alright
When everywhere is war, what are you prepared for?
Stockpiling ammunition for police standoff
I learned to breathe underwater with your organs on the outside
Fitted up, jittery from the downtime
I don't wanna do it all on my own
And I don't wanna die looking at my phone
I'm on six kind of pills for five different ills
And I got a right field but I ain't got drones
What I'm trained to do is use microphones
What they say to do is hide away at home
Who I wanted to be was an American poet
Get props in a cypher and record the moment
Then my whole city got buried and broken
So I sat right down in the rubble and wrote this
The field is dry, the wind is high
Fix your lips and let sparks fly
I'm not saying that I feel good but it's fine
Got a beaten up copy of Catcher in the Rye
Keep it nearby if you ever doubt that
And if the world burns I provide the soundtrack
Throw me to the wolves and I'll come back
Leader of the pack
Not saying that I feel good
Not saying that I feel good
Not saying that I feel good but I feel alright
I feel alright
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