[Verse 1] Thoughts of suicide going through my mind You will find that we not very different, no you and I Although I usually, usually find a way out Feelin’ like I’m in the skies My hands could separate clouds My b!tch go get me take-out They used to hate, they love me
And they used to love, they hate now The world I rearrange, I turned it to a bloody playground This to the homies, staying down through anything A cheers to baby girl, who I would’ve coppеd a wedding ring See money isn’t evеrything, but it helps We walk around with pride in our eyes To the skies, the lies that we tell Picking up a seashell, listen to the ocean Do the whole thing all me-self I’m living in the moment Picking up all of the ashes, I’m burnin’ the house down Runnin’ from my life, I probably ran a thousand miles now
Had powwows with millionaires A foul child, and a style wild That you found out I’m killin’ there Tell me how you feelin’ How’s it feel?
[Chorus] How’s it feel? Yeah, said how’s it feel? How’s it feel? Can you tell me how’s it feel? How’s it feel? To be around something real How’s it feel? Yeah, yeah, said how’s it feel? How’s it feel? Yeah, tell me how’s it feel?
How’s it feel? So can you tell me how’s it feel? How’s it feel? To be around something real How’s it feel?
[Verse 2] They yellin’, danger, danger when I hopped out of the manger With a two-way pager, callin’ all the homies screamin’ saviour This world could not be stranger
You could beat the odd behaviour Give a inch, they take a mile, take a mile I’ll take a acre I’m a, alien communicator, fu*kin’ up the human nature Projectile vomit on a song, the fluid nasty, uh I just got the iPhone 6 It looks like Steve Jobs done ran out of tricks Yeah, I come through stuntin’ on ’em
[?] on ’em Somebody should pump you up You best get Joe Budden on ’em New couch I’m fukin’ on it, after that don’t fukin’ want it B!tch I’m fukin’ awesome Come again? I said I’m fukin’ awesome Press the pedal, wah wah Hell nah, aw nah All I want is Lana and some head from Madonna I gots to separate the weak from the obso-lete Real life, this is not a dream
I’m a problem, just took a jet from Nicaragua Copped me a vacation spot that came with an iguana, uh The hot lava, sonta A world with no ceilin’ Come again, tell me how you feelin’ How’s it feel?
[Chorus] How’s it feel? Said how’s it feel? How’s it feel? Said how’s it feel? How’s it feel? To be around something real
How’s it feel? So can you tell me how’s it feel? How’s it feel? Said how’s it feel? How’s it feel? Said how’s it feel? How’s it feel? Can you tell me how’s it feel? How’s it feel?
