Letra de Feelings Don't Feel (feat. Mick Jenkins)
Tell me how I'm gon' get back What to do when the feeling don't feel new Just tell me how I'm gon' get back Summertimes don't feel like they used toTell me how I'm gon' get back What to do when the feeling don't feel new Just tell me how I'm gon' get back Summertimes don't feel like they used toWhy we all feeling ashamed? Why we all acting like we not feeling the same? Frontin' like the fear ain't never came Safer with a mask, cosplay Every day is Halloween, fiendTell 'em what's the cost, every dime spent Bosses on ya phone, lot of false advertisement Waste time, most times, how the time's spent No matter the context, art turned to content Sides flip, good goes bad real fast When push comes to shove like a mosh pit Used to be never talked about how it used to be Before and after, like it's two of me Tryna get backTell me how I'm gon' get back What to do when the feeling don't feel new Just tell me how I'm gon' get back Summertimes don't feel like they used to Tell me how I'm-We talk about the way it was, but them days is was That's the way it is, play the shit by ear Tell me what you heard Back when niggas knew they math, they'd say, "What's the word?" And then they'd bust some verbsActions preaching, bring me peaches while y'all touching herb Ashes on the curb The boy was only 17, I thought he'd live and learn He never been to Medellín, so how he get the weight? His niggas hold the same dreams even at his wake They eat it like it's not the shit that they regurgitate, I can't relate And most the time, that shit just hurt to hear, it work a nerve I'm no chauffeur, but no I'm purpose driven, can't work in fearThat's word to State Farm The urge is different, I can't stay long Not a shooter, he more Draymond They got the truth behind the paywall While the clowns sell you AvonTell me how I'm gon' get back What to do when the feeling don't feel new Just tell me how I'm gon' get back Summertimes don't feel like they used to Tell me how I'm-Told by a friend, "Let's get back to work" Enjoying days off, didn't think I could Reading messages, "Nigga, where you been?" Other messages, "Yo, I hope you good" Trying to clear my head from the clutter Some days sunshine, some days suffer Some days on top of the world, some days under Some days wonderIf we ever get to do this all over again, what'd change? Take me back just to re-arrange Still wouldn't complain Feel like every eye on me Praise, accolades, still feeling anxiety Stayed on the low, just trying to get to the higher me Life can be a lot or feel like the lottery Jackpot, over for the sorrow New memories turn to old memories tomorrowTell me how I'm gon' get back What to do when the feeling don't feel new Just tell me how I'm gon' get back Summertimes don't feel like they used to Tell me how I'm-