[Intro]
Yeah
Last song, make it good uh
Yeah
[Verse]
I don’t know where life’s going
Man I’m sitting in the backseat
The phones on max volume I've writing lyrics to beats
Piano keys are playing
I hear the rings it’s relaxing
Sipping pina colada onna beach would be amazing
Walking through the city downtown it’s so pretty
Some v4s and a coupe would be a flex in my city
As a youngin make cash I’m just starting I reckon
I dont really want a job but i need foundation
Of income
Leaving out at 18 a bum
Im that nonchalant n*gga
That go to talk to n*gga
That one that knows more about life than other n*ggas
I think about everything, everyone and perspectives
It gets hectic in my mind
Thats why Im always confined
Trust issues at a max man
I be feeling like drake
Consistently out here dealing with heartbreaks
Whatchu make of it, uh
[Chorus]
I gotta bad feeling, about it
I gotta bad feeling, about it, (whatchu make of it)
I gotta bad feeling, about it
I gotta bad feeling, about it
[Verse]
Emotion'ly, mentally
Nobody cares though
Its not unintentionally, uh
My mind is f*cked up and i know its true
Nobody in this world
Has gone what ive gone through
If I think too much, man I won't be okay
If I think too much, man sh*t won't be alright
If I drink enough, imma be okay
If I roll two more, imma be alright
I killed my old self but the new me ain't much better
Thinking death often wita whole lotta anger
I move through questions because I don't have answers
If I call late at night I'd hope that she would answer
I've moved on to bigger things
But my actions still withhold me
Drinking n smoking got me moving slowly
I want a good life
Trapped in paradise with my wife
On an island with tequila, uh
[Chorus]
I gotta bad feeling, about it
I gotta bad feeling, about it, (i want a good life)
I gotta bad feeling, about it
I gotta bad feeling, about it
[Verse]
On an island with tequila
But we drinkin margaritas
If it dont come to that then ill f*ck hoe to hoe
Loungin poolside with some broads i'll be huncho
Everything in life is a battle
Every breath is a war
I don’t even know if i’m winning anymore
I draw with silver and it turns red
Im shedding blood now im dead
One day imma die
Literal or in my head
I get lost inside my mind everyday
So many tears I had are stashed away
Its getting harder and harder to hide all the pain
Nowadays I don’t get gains nor gain or retain
Physical items or verbal info
I’m oblivious to mindful ammo (whoa)
I hate flashbacks I don’t wanna remember
I don’t wanna remember, uh
[Chorus]
I gotta bad feeling, about it
I gotta bad feeling, about it
I gotta bad feeling, about it
I gotta bad feeling, about it