$NOT, Joey Bada$$ - How U Feel lyrics
Snot 999 [Edy Edouard] Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
Joey Badass [Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott] Brooklyn, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[$NOT, Joey Bada$$ - How U Feel lyrics]
'Cause what is life when you
Don't even wanna live?
How you feel?
How you feel? How you feel?
(Uh, yeah)
I'm so lonely 'cause what is life
If I don't wanna live?
(Woo)
Can you grab the Glock and shoot
Me in the head real quick?
(Don't shoot me)
My enemies they laughin' at me
Like, "What the fuck
Kid?"
(Haha)
People lookin' up to me
Sayin', "Oh my God
He a bitch"
(Bitch)
Never gave a fuck about it
'cause I'm high as shit
(Haha)
And I ain't talkin'
'bout as drunk as my soul
In the sky and shit
(Fuck)
It's too late to come down
I fuckin' regret this shit
I'm so selfish
I can't even give that bitch my dick
'Cause what is life if he
Don't even wanna live?
(Woo)
See my name up on a shirt
I hope he rest in piss
(Go, go)
Man, how you feel? Can you keep
It real? Roses in my grill
Flowers in the field, even in the grave
'Cause that's where I'ma chill, ain't
Nothing for a lowlife
Still
Heart broke and my own love kills
(Badmon, king)
(Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)
Uh, dying to live, you're living to die
I knew a couple real
Niggas that didn't survive
'Cause fake niggas still alive
And living a lie
Hidden in disguise
Think it harder just to recognize
(Yuh)
Maybe the reason why Jesus got crucified
They screw you over right after
They get you scrutinized
Well bitch I'm self made
Fuck being supervised
Like fuck I look like
Listening to some suit's and ties?
(Nigga)
Born alone, so we die alone
You niggas rather see me gone
So I ride with chrome
(Bah bah)
I got God on my phone
Like I ain't staying long
(Brrr)
Devil on my back making sure
That I make it home
I'm tryna carry on tradition
They ain't tryna listen
Ain't a prescription strong enough
For my mental condition
Kamikaze visions, I been having premonitions
Why kill yourself
When you can kill the competition?
What is life if he don't even wanna live?
(Woo)
See my name up on a shirt
I hope he rest in piss
(Go, go)
Man, how you feel? Can you keep
It real? Roses in my grill
Flowers in the field, leavin' in the grave
'Cause that's where I'ma chill, ain't
Nothing for a lowlife
Still
Heart broke and my own love kills
Don't even wanna live?
How you feel?
How you feel? How you feel?
(Uh, yeah)
I'm so lonely 'cause what is life
If I don't wanna live?
(Woo)
Can you grab the Glock and shoot
Me in the head real quick?
(Don't shoot me)
My enemies they laughin' at me
Like, "What the fuck
Kid?"
(Haha)
People lookin' up to me
Sayin', "Oh my God
He a bitch"
(Bitch)
Never gave a fuck about it
'cause I'm high as shit
(Haha)
And I ain't talkin'
'bout as drunk as my soul
In the sky and shit
(Fuck)
It's too late to come down
I fuckin' regret this shit
I'm so selfish
I can't even give that bitch my dick
'Cause what is life if he
Don't even wanna live?
(Woo)
See my name up on a shirt
I hope he rest in piss
(Go, go)
Man, how you feel? Can you keep
It real? Roses in my grill
Flowers in the field, even in the grave
'Cause that's where I'ma chill, ain't
Nothing for a lowlife
Still
Heart broke and my own love kills
(Badmon, king)
(Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)
Uh, dying to live, you're living to die
I knew a couple real
Niggas that didn't survive
'Cause fake niggas still alive
And living a lie
Hidden in disguise
Think it harder just to recognize
(Yuh)
Maybe the reason why Jesus got crucified
They screw you over right after
They get you scrutinized
Well bitch I'm self made
Fuck being supervised
Like fuck I look like
Listening to some suit's and ties?
(Nigga)
Born alone, so we die alone
You niggas rather see me gone
So I ride with chrome
(Bah bah)
I got God on my phone
Like I ain't staying long
(Brrr)
Devil on my back making sure
That I make it home
I'm tryna carry on tradition
They ain't tryna listen
Ain't a prescription strong enough
For my mental condition
Kamikaze visions, I been having premonitions
Why kill yourself
When you can kill the competition?
What is life if he don't even wanna live?
(Woo)
See my name up on a shirt
I hope he rest in piss
(Go, go)
Man, how you feel? Can you keep
It real? Roses in my grill
Flowers in the field, leavin' in the grave
'Cause that's where I'ma chill, ain't
Nothing for a lowlife
Still
Heart broke and my own love kills