[Verse 1]

It was like on a black friday when I started a riot

So hit that Hi-Hat, it’s dark, I don’t want to resume in silence

And you can stop your lies ‘cause I really don’t buy it

Well I did, but this time I’d rather die kid

This is my mindset, with the accuracy of a couple of thai twins:

Always on point. Exactly like those nylons

So don’t be afraid when you hear the sirens

The always play when I’m getting ready to reach those high rims

So I may not be a morning person

But since I’m a mourning person this morning is cursed

It is rehearsed, burnt in into the fibres

I didn’t write the script, I found it when this earth

Wasn’t round yet so I had to preserve

Lyrics, but I quit and immediately turned

My back on rap but the feelings got worse

I ran back ‘til I was on the track

Played the game, thought I was like N.W.A.,

Then I realized it was crap, snap! I’ll pack my bag

Shit I’ll never leave, death but be the only thing that could ever reach that!

I feel like writing, ''so sit down, drop some lines''

In every word a silver lining, ‘til I drop the pen

Time for procrastiniting, (shh, what?)

But then again, I feel like I was only writing

‘cause music is what my cells are made of inside me

[Chorus]

So where’s my feeling at? About rap?

Can no one tell me where my feeling’s at?

‘Cause I’ve been searching it in every gap

And I just can’t seem to find where my feeling’s at

About Rap

So where’s my feeling at? About rap?

Can no one tell me where my feeling’s at?

‘Cause I’ve been searching it in every gap

And I just can’t seem to find where my feeling’s at

About Rap

[Verse 2]

And right now I feel like this is safe

I feel like I’m in a safe place that won’t change

But if I don’t engage

I don’t know if I can withstand one more displace of what I have to exchange

Yeah, this ain’t no free space

Just for psychotic people and the mentally deranged

Look out for heatwaves

‘cause if you’re riding one the money in your pocket won’t decrease

And although it’s a forth and back I feel like I belong

So I’m producing beats, recording and writing songs

And to get the writing on

I need to tease my brain with the Idea to release a succesful one

Which hasn’t happened so far, (Come on!)

It’s not like I’m producing shit here, (Let’s get it on!)

I feel like we’re moving in circles, can we go on?

Yeah, let’s get flat for a second so I can see you all

I need to fill in blanks to get to resume the song

But if we shoot and nothing comes out it’s our fault

So hit the bass hard so no one knows what’s going on

And a 32 Hi-Hat to top it off!

[Chorus]

So where’s my feeling at? About rap?

Can no one tell me where my feeling’s at?

‘Cause I’ve been searching it in every gap

And I just can’t seem to find where my feeling’s at

About Rap

So where’s my feeling at? About rap?

Can no one tell me where my feeling’s at?

‘Cause I’ve been searching it in every gap

And I just can’t seem to find where my feeling’s at

About Rap

[Outro]

I don’t understand why you would take the game

I can’t see what I’d do without you, probably be fame

I don’t understand why you would take the game

I can’t see what I’d do without you, probably be fame