Letras
It's a feeling
It's a feeling
It's a feeling
It's a feeling
It's a feeling
It's a feeling
It's a feeling
It's a feeling
It's a feeling
It's a feeling
I woke up to it
Heaven, a light with trueness
Always a way of losing
Compelled to knew it
My body travelled
My mind waits behind the music
My crime bemuses
Relax inside my shiny blueness
Time: I understand it
But I never choose it
I can't explain it with words
I have to do it
The ship I came here on vanished
We automatic
Don't try to plan it
But chyeah, just when it comes, handle it
Behind the lessons
Miles beneath the slick dressing
Niggas is stressing
Bout shit they should be sure they guessing
I twirl and cool and peel the rearview 'cause they are arresting
But wear jumpsuit and Chinese slippers
I'm still impressive
Up on the racks
Old school cat from way back
Gave him my meal 'cause he's not wiping off, that's my impression
He asked me how you float all sharp and always have a fresh one
And seem to know the answer to the most proverbial questions
I told him Wanga Etches while I wrote it in a book of sketches
I find the diamonds underneath the subtlest inflections
Aw, dude
The spicier the food
When you chew, fuck they roofs
It's a feeling
It's a feeling
It's a feeling
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That's-
That-s
That's some' fresh
That's some' fresh
Nonetheless, nonetheless
Roaming in the fields, in the fields
At a tender age