Feelings Don’t Feel Songtext
von Black Milk
Feelings Don’t Feel Songtext
Tell me how I′m gon' get back
What to do when the feeling don′t feel new
Just tell me how I'm gon' get back
Summertimes don′t feel like they used to
Tell me how I′m gon' get back
What to do when the feeling don′t feel new
Just tell me how I'm gon′ get back
Summertimes don't feel like they used to
Why we all feeling ashamed?
Why we all acting like we not feeling the same?
Frontin′ like the fear ain't never came
Safer with a mask, cosplay
Every day is Halloween, fiend
Tell 'em what′s the cost, every dime spent
Bosses on ya phone, lot of false advertisement
Waste time, most times, how the time′s spent
No matter the context, art turned to content
Sides flip, good goes bad real fast
When push comes to shove like a mosh pit
Used to be never talked about how it used to be
Before and after, like it's two of me
Tryna get back
Tell me how I′m gon' get back
What to do when the feeling don′t feel new
Just tell me how I'm gon′ get back
Summertimes don't feel like they used to
Tell me how I'm-
We talk about the way it was, but them days is was
That′s the way it is, play the shit by ear
Tell me what you heard
Back when niggas knew they math, they′d say, "What's the word?"
And then they′d bust some verbs
Actions preaching, bring me peaches while y'all touching herb
Ashes on the curb
The boy was only 17, I thought he′d live and learn
He never been to Medellín, so how he get the weight?
His niggas hold the same dreams even at his wake
They eat it like it's not the shit that they regurgitate, I can′t relate
And most the time, that shit just hurt to hear, it work a nerve
I'm no chauffeur, but no I'm purpose driven, can′t work in fear
That′s word to State Farm
The urge is different, I can't stay long
Not a shooter, he more Draymond
They got the truth behind the paywall
While the clowns sell you Avon
Tell me how I′m gon' get back
What to do when the feeling don′t feel new
Just tell me how I'm gon′ get back
Summertimes don't feel like they used to
Tell me how I'm-
Told by a friend, "Let′s get back to work"
Enjoying days off, didn′t think I could
Reading messages, "Nigga, where you been?"
Other messages, "Yo, I hope you good"
Trying to clear my head from the clutter
Some days sunshine, some days suffer
Some days on top of the world, some days under
Some days wonder
If we ever get to do this all over again, what'd change?
Take me back just to re-arrange
Still wouldn′t complain
Feel like every eye on me
Praise, accolades, still feeling anxiety
Stayed on the low, just trying to get to the higher me
Life can be a lot or feel like the lottery
Jackpot, over for the sorrow
New memories turn to old memories tomorrow
Tell me how I'm gon′ get back
What to do when the feeling don't feel new
Just tell me how I′m gon' get back
Summertimes don't feel like they used to
Tell me how I′m-
What to do when the feeling don′t feel new
Just tell me how I'm gon' get back
Summertimes don′t feel like they used to
Tell me how I′m gon' get back
What to do when the feeling don′t feel new
Just tell me how I'm gon′ get back
Summertimes don't feel like they used to
Why we all feeling ashamed?
Why we all acting like we not feeling the same?
Frontin′ like the fear ain't never came
Safer with a mask, cosplay
Every day is Halloween, fiend
Tell 'em what′s the cost, every dime spent
Bosses on ya phone, lot of false advertisement
Waste time, most times, how the time′s spent
No matter the context, art turned to content
Sides flip, good goes bad real fast
When push comes to shove like a mosh pit
Used to be never talked about how it used to be
Before and after, like it's two of me
Tryna get back
Tell me how I′m gon' get back
What to do when the feeling don′t feel new
Just tell me how I'm gon′ get back
Summertimes don't feel like they used to
Tell me how I'm-
We talk about the way it was, but them days is was
That′s the way it is, play the shit by ear
Tell me what you heard
Back when niggas knew they math, they′d say, "What's the word?"
And then they′d bust some verbs
Actions preaching, bring me peaches while y'all touching herb
Ashes on the curb
The boy was only 17, I thought he′d live and learn
He never been to Medellín, so how he get the weight?
His niggas hold the same dreams even at his wake
They eat it like it's not the shit that they regurgitate, I can′t relate
And most the time, that shit just hurt to hear, it work a nerve
I'm no chauffeur, but no I'm purpose driven, can′t work in fear
That′s word to State Farm
The urge is different, I can't stay long
Not a shooter, he more Draymond
They got the truth behind the paywall
While the clowns sell you Avon
Tell me how I′m gon' get back
What to do when the feeling don′t feel new
Just tell me how I'm gon′ get back
Summertimes don't feel like they used to
Tell me how I'm-
Told by a friend, "Let′s get back to work"
Enjoying days off, didn′t think I could
Reading messages, "Nigga, where you been?"
Other messages, "Yo, I hope you good"
Trying to clear my head from the clutter
Some days sunshine, some days suffer
Some days on top of the world, some days under
Some days wonder
If we ever get to do this all over again, what'd change?
Take me back just to re-arrange
Still wouldn′t complain
Feel like every eye on me
Praise, accolades, still feeling anxiety
Stayed on the low, just trying to get to the higher me
Life can be a lot or feel like the lottery
Jackpot, over for the sorrow
New memories turn to old memories tomorrow
Tell me how I'm gon′ get back
What to do when the feeling don't feel new
Just tell me how I′m gon' get back
Summertimes don't feel like they used to
Tell me how I′m-
Writer(s): Jayson Jenkins, Curtis Cross Ii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
