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Timothy Adelbert Thompson
Timothy Adelbert Thompson
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Angelo Mario Pacia
Angelo Mario Pacia
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Feelin like Sampson Feelin like Job I been through hell Been on the road I always show love Cause you never know Life can be tough But I'll never fold Got a couple dreams I need to manifest I remember my pockets was anorexic I remember nights with the lights off It was 10 below I had no ice on Nowadays I let God write it I been flowing sick, bronchitis Lotta days lotta all nighters Airplane mode palm pilots I'm feeling like Ghandi I'm feeling like Christ She feeling my vibes She feeling my ice I'm feeling like Feelin like Anything and everything could be tonight I'm feeling right I'm feelin like God is watching over me tonight I'm feeling right I feel like Muhammad I feel like the greatest Been feeling deceived Feeling miseducated Feel like when we make it Can't nobody hate it Got so many brothers And we all related I don't do the liquor I cannot get faded Just roll me a paper And get elevated Head to the studio Then I go crazy Thank God for the work I'm feelin amazing and that's real I feel amazing God Thank you for giving me life my Lord If I appreciate, do I get more If I do right, will this key open up the right doors I got a lot of questions I hope these are everlasting lessons I pray that you get my message I'm just a vessel of God's investment If I hop outta the whip and I flip the same whip in a day is that hustling hard Long as I'm building a asset My son can go cash it, like father like son got him flipping cars Break up and roll the cigar I got the plot I am planet that planted the stars And when I feel like a worker Then I remember I was made in the image of God Feelin like Anything and everything could be tonight I'm feeling right I'm feelin like God is watching over me tonight I'm feeling right I feel like Muhammad I feel like the greatest Been feeling deceived Feeling miseducated Feel like when we make it Can't nobody hate it Got so many brothers And we all related I don't do the liquor I cannot get faded Just roll me a paper And get elevated Head to the studio Then I go crazy Thank God for the work I'm feelin amazing That's real
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