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Feeling

Paul Wall, Termanology & Bun B

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[Intro]

(Statik Selektah)

What it do?

Paul Wall, baby

Statik, what it do?

Ayy

[Verse 1]

I'm working at will, packing a steel, chasing a mil'

Ice on the grill, house on the hill, making a deal

Ever since I was lil', I've been raking the field

Taking chances to advance the squad, long live the trill

Mass appeal how I master skill, pass me my grill

Fast kill how the task'll feel, stacking my yield

Cash deal, give me all or nil, then back to the till

The last of the real, take out the trash, I'm back to rebuild

Flippin' the kale, tippin' the scale, gettin' my mail

Dippin' the trail, makin' a sale, my shtick never fails

Hammer up on the hip, but I ain't hittin' no nails

I'm hittin' licks, legit the grip as well, the clique will prevail

Never fail, stiff, never frail, the chips never stale

I ship the bales everywhere, but my shit never sails

My schedule entails a whole lot of hustle

I'm puttin' puzzle pieces together from Woodland Trails out to Brussels

[Chorus]

The feeling, we're high on

If you knew what I'm on

The feeling, we're high on

If you knew what I'm on

[Instrumental]

Uh

I'm feelin' higher than an astronaut

Astronomical aesthetic, I make a lot of art

My attire is satin and sapphire

Sacrilegious, I stash stones and sapphires

Diamond, ruby tone, you a movie clone

Fairy tales, fiction and falsehoods what you be on

Hall-of-fame hustlers, we in the books

Hit the kush and came with a cadence that left a hater cooked

Made you look, you want a song with me? That's a major look

Made the crooks runnin' with me and get you lames booked

I got a safe so big, I need another safe

To put inside my safe, let these bullets fry your face

I'll light your ass up, Richard Pryor face

Put the pliers to your pearly whites, redesign your face

I'm in a higher space, gettin' higher every line I take

Find a lake and throw your body in it, that's my kind of date, we don't play

[Chorus]

The feeling, we're high on

If you knew what I'm on

The feeling, we're high on

If you knew what I'm on

[Verse 2]

Well, I'm indubitably the G that you see

Whenever you ask for the boss

Covered in new jewelry, the two to the three

In this rap shit, I paid the cost

If there's a loss, I won't be takin' it

That's not the way that I'm negotiatin' it

It's a fact, not fiction, I'm statin' it

To all you fake-ass **** that's hatin' it

No debatin' it, not for discussion

Fuck over me, it's repercussions

Guarantee you haters, I'm bussin'

AK-47 like I'm Russian

And I'm stayin' on top of the mountain, baby

Barefooted and I'm bossed up

And I'm packin' all of the dressing

For your salad, so don't get it tossed up

What the fuck, man? You already know

That Bun B, he makin' steady dough

And I wake up ready to go

So, bitch, on your mark, get set, now ready, go

So go'n and turn up your radio

And tune in to the smooth sounds

As Paul Wall and Termanology

And Bun B put the grooves down

Won before, but you lose now

Not a little bit, but a whole lot

'Cause me and Paul and Term in the building

It's guaranteed to be a sure shot

Oh, in case that you forgot

Then let me make sure you remember

I'm not the gift with the gun you want under the tree on the twenty-fifth of December

Written by: Daniel Domingo Carrillo, Paul Slayton

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