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Feels
67
Hip-Hop
Feels was released on June 27, 2018 by Closed Sessions as a part of the album Feels - Single
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Release DateJune 27, 2018
LabelClosed Sessions
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
WebsterX
WebsterX
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Ahmed
Sam Ahmed
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Four Giants
Four Giants
Producer
Tim Wolf
Tim Wolf
Producer

Lyrics

"Feels"
Chorus 1
I did not write this song at all
It wrote itself (****)
Looking around at all my dawgs
We move in stealth (****)
Gazing at the world its bleak
It feels so gray now
I cannot vibe with all these sheep
i'm finna break out
x2
Verse 1
Everything feels so basic
Everything feels so racist
Everything feels so vacant
Everything feels so makeshift
Everything feels complacent
(Wait)
Everything so naked
Everything feels so taken
Everything feels awaken
Fake woke people sayin'
In reality y'all satan (ay)
I cannot look at yall Facebook anymore
Articles, articles, opinions got me bored
Talkin' so much out ya mouth
That yo ass got a canker sore
Switch the flow I found it more
Tell Q to pull out the Nord
I need to make music
I cannot take this shit anymore
Bridge
I'm free, free fallin'
Just caught a
Vibe that I could care less about y'all
Free, free fallin'
Just caught a
Vibe that I could care less about y'all
Chorus 2
I did not write this song at all
It wrote itself (****)
Looking around at all my dawgs
We move in stealth (****)
Gazing at the world its bleak
It feels so gray now
I cannot vibe with all these sheep
i'm finna break out
x2
Verse 2
Sit back
Recline
Ponder on
Why we can't form our own opinions
Spoon fed
People
Looking like they
Need a bib they all some children
Lost fulfillment
Shot by the cops and stopped to film it
Hot when they tell me not to be kneelin'
(POP POP)
Transition
Don't let my ****
Die
No more
No more
No more
No more
No more
Cause we don't
Want to pick up
Your chores
Don't let my ****
Die
No more
No more
No more
No more
No more
Cause we don't
Want to pick up
Your chores
No more.
Verse 3
I see the glass as half full
You see it half empty
The task is black youth
To make it past twenty
Our beauty don't crack
Our beauties by Fenty
To shoot and not look
My **** don't tempt me
To stoop to their lows
I keep it strong mentally
I'll let the fools talk
And sip my tea gently
While we low key plot
To carry out remedy
And set the block hot
I swear y'all don't offend me, i am done.
Written by: Sam Ahmed
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