Twiztid - F Feelings lyrics
[Twiztid - F Feelings lyrics]
When it come down to it, just like a knee
All blew it just like a sneeze, achoo it
Felt it like a breeze I
Knew it another couple of
Hundred emcees couldn't do what we do it
Going way past the point to come back
Better have 'em come check
Where the bombs at
Fuck 'em all like a contract
Bet they got they cops and they contacts
Bet they got a lawyer
A retainer ain't debatin' me to stop that
Later I be dealing with a sword
It's a portrait
I don't give a fuck about a
Hater you can halt that
Always on your mind like a skull cap
Only way I'm dropping a dime
Is if she fall back
Got your motherfuckin' back like a bra strap
But you bitches need to go
And get your balls back
Probably got them hidden in your
Fuckin' homies jaws Facts
Twiztid, propane
Gassing on these bitches since the old days
Gunshots, road rage
Talkin' bout your feelings
Where the lows man?
Fuck Feelings, fuck feelings, fuck feelings
Everything you are, I'm the opposite
Screaming "fuck the world"
With no apologies you could do your worst
It doesn't bother me i don't feel a thang
Arrogance is evil
They makin' you look conceited
And anger come off as jealous
Like you prolly can't achieve it
Confidence is king and having it
Make you look better
But when doubt come out to visit
Enter into gloomy weather
Better but we're not feeling better
We enter in despair with no one to talk to
With no one to really care
Doubt's all about solidifying
That you're weak
But greed's from out of town and
Up in the driver's seat
Buckle up, we be catchin' up on bad times
With the blindfolds on as we
Roll through the stop signs
No breaks or intention to stop
Everybody normal in the world
Did I mention I'm not
If it ain't habit then
I'm somewhere in between
So many ridicule our secret abnormality genes
And I done seen so-called Satan
Holy shit maybe it's time for
The criminals to win
Twiztid, propane
Gassing on these bitches since the old days
Gunshots, road rage
Talkin' bout your feelings
Where the lows man?
Fuck Feelings, fuck feelings, fuck feelings
Everything you are, I'm the opposite
Screaming "fuck the world"
With no apologies you could do your worst
It doesn't bother me i don't feel a thang
All blew it just like a sneeze, achoo it
Felt it like a breeze I
Knew it another couple of
Hundred emcees couldn't do what we do it
Going way past the point to come back
Better have 'em come check
Where the bombs at
Fuck 'em all like a contract
Bet they got they cops and they contacts
Bet they got a lawyer
A retainer ain't debatin' me to stop that
Later I be dealing with a sword
It's a portrait
I don't give a fuck about a
Hater you can halt that
Always on your mind like a skull cap
Only way I'm dropping a dime
Is if she fall back
Got your motherfuckin' back like a bra strap
But you bitches need to go
And get your balls back
Probably got them hidden in your
Fuckin' homies jaws Facts
Twiztid, propane
Gassing on these bitches since the old days
Gunshots, road rage
Talkin' bout your feelings
Where the lows man?
Fuck Feelings, fuck feelings, fuck feelings
Everything you are, I'm the opposite
Screaming "fuck the world"
With no apologies you could do your worst
It doesn't bother me i don't feel a thang
Arrogance is evil
They makin' you look conceited
And anger come off as jealous
Like you prolly can't achieve it
Confidence is king and having it
Make you look better
But when doubt come out to visit
Enter into gloomy weather
Better but we're not feeling better
We enter in despair with no one to talk to
With no one to really care
Doubt's all about solidifying
That you're weak
But greed's from out of town and
Up in the driver's seat
Buckle up, we be catchin' up on bad times
With the blindfolds on as we
Roll through the stop signs
No breaks or intention to stop
Everybody normal in the world
Did I mention I'm not
If it ain't habit then
I'm somewhere in between
So many ridicule our secret abnormality genes
And I done seen so-called Satan
Holy shit maybe it's time for
The criminals to win
Twiztid, propane
Gassing on these bitches since the old days
Gunshots, road rage
Talkin' bout your feelings
Where the lows man?
Fuck Feelings, fuck feelings, fuck feelings
Everything you are, I'm the opposite
Screaming "fuck the world"
With no apologies you could do your worst
It doesn't bother me i don't feel a thang