Bright Campa - Smoke Break lyrics

I feel like a chip on my shoulders
I feel like I'm losing my focus
I feel like I'm losing my patience
I feel like my thoughts in the basement
Feel like, I feel like you're miseducated
Feel like I don't wanna be bothered
I feel like you may be the problem
I feel like it ain't no tomorrow
Fuck the world
The world is ending, I'm done pretending
And fuck you if you get offended
I feel like friends been overrated
I feel like the family been faking
I feel like the feelings are changing
Feel like my thought of compromise is jaded
Feel like you wanna scrutinize how I made it
Feel like I ain't feeling you all
Feel like removing myself
No feelings involved
I feel for you
I've been in the field for you
It's real for you, right?
Shit, I feel like

Ain't nobody praying for me (O oh)
Ain't nobody praying for me
(Ain't nobody praying for me)
Ain't nobody praying for me
(Ooh, ain't nobody praying for me)
Ain't nobody praying
(Oh, oh, oh ain't nobody praying for me)
Ain't nobody praying

I feel niggas been out of pocket
I feel niggas tapping they pockets
I feel like debating on who
The greatest can stop it
I am legend
I feel like all of y'all is peasants
I feel like all of y'all is desperate
I feel like all it take is
A second to feel like
Mike Jordan, whenever holding a real mic
I ain't feelin' your presence
Feel like I'ma learn you a lesson
Feel like only me and the music though
I feel like your feeling ain't mutual
I feel like the enemy you should know
Feel like the feeling of no hope
The feeling of bad dope
A quarter ounce manipulated from soap
The feeling, the feeling of false freedom
I'll force-feed 'em the poison that fill
'em up in the prison
I feel like it's just me
Look, I feel like I can't breathe
Look, I feel like I can't sleep
Look, I feel heartless, often off this
Feeling of falling, of falling apart with
Darkest hours, lost it
Fillin' the void of being
Employed with balling
Streets is talking
Fill in the blanks with coffins
Fill up the banks with dollars
Fill up the graves with fathers
Fill up the babies with bullshit
Internet blogs and pulpit
Fill 'em with gossip
I feel like this gotta be
The feeling where Pac was
The feeling of an apocalypse happening
But nothing is awkward
The feeling won't prosper
The feeling is toxic
I feel like I'm boxing demons
Monsters, false prophets scheming
Sponsors, industry promises
Niggas, bitches, honkies, crackers, Compton
Church, religion, token blacks in bondage
Lawsuit visit's, subpoena served in concert
Fuck your feelings, I mean this for imposters
I can feel it, the phoenix sure to watch us
I can feel it, the dream is more than process
I can put a regime that over likeness
I can feel it
The scream that haunts all logic
I feel like say some, I feel like take some
I feel like skating off
I feel like wait for 'em
Maybe it's too late for 'em
I feel like the whole world want
Me to pray for 'em
But who the fuck praying for me?

Ain't nobody praying for me
Who praying for me?
Ain't nobody praying