kyle mack - feels lyrics
[intro]
produced by fresh produce
[hook]
aye, aye
aye this is how i feel yeah this is how i feel
aye, aye
yeah ima keep it real yeah ima keep it real
ugh, ugh, ugh
yeah you know what’s the deal yeah you know what’s the deal
haha yeah ima keep all the way one hundred yeah
ya feel me, ugh
[first verse]
i’m in between feeling blessed and feeling not pressed
feeling i’m the best, feeling i got up next
wana f-ck up a check check off a microphone check check
but life ain’t checkers, it’s a game of chess
grinding since tech decks
flipping through c-ssette decks
skipped cl-ss for neck, neck
picked last for duck, duck
if you main suspect consider this a bomb threat
this ain’t a drill so hit the deck deck
always pushing the envelope just like anthrax
reaching new heights so you might catch a contact
the type of shit i’m on will have you feeling jet lagged
the meek will inherit just trust the process
royalty, loyalty, watch where you step at
tresp-ss me and i’ll hit you with the step back
promise you i’m through taking anymore setbacks
time i hit road and bring it back home, touch back
[hook]
aye, aye, aye
yeah this is how i feel yeah this is how i feel
ugh, ugh, yeah
yeah ima keep it real yeah ima keep it real
aye, yeah, yeah
yeah you know what’s the deal yeah you know what’s the deal
haha yeah ima keep all the way one hundred
keep it all the way one hundred
[second verse]
still live at home, but you would think it’s the whip
never home on time mom sorry what you expect
think she worried ima end up dead just like my dad
and the voices in my head say, “i’m better off dead.”
that’s some f-cked up shit, i know i’m f-cked in the head
that’s why i feel everyone is gunning straight for my head
and i can’t recollect, last time i paid respects
to the man that called collect, man that shit got me upset
now i get what cribbs meant, peppermint spearmint
the root of all evil and this placebo effects
either it come in a chest or it come in triple x
so when you rep your set, you gotta watch where you sit
cause the sec these haters spot you, you better bench press
or they pumping you with iron, and you dead to the press
that’s what happened to x, could’ve happened to rich
robin hood n-gg-s make me never wana be rich
yeah
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