[Intro]
Yeah
Last song, make it good uh
Yeah

[Verse]
I don’t know where life’s going
Man I’m sitting in the backseat
The phones on max volume I've writing lyrics to beats
Piano keys are playing
I hear the rings it’s relaxing
Sipping pina colada onna beach would be amazing
Walking through the city downtown it’s so pretty
Some v4s and a coupe would be a flex in my city
As a youngin make cash I’m just starting I reckon
I dont really want a job but i need foundation
Of income
Leaving out at 18 a bum

Im that nonchalant n***a
That go to talk to n***a
That one that knows more about life than other n***as
I think about everything, everyone and perspectives
It gets hectic in my mind
Thats why Im always confined
Trust issues at a max man
I be feeling like drake
Consistently out here dealing with heartbreaks
Whatchu make of it, uh

[Chorus]
I gotta bad feeling, about it
I gotta bad feeling, about it, (whatchu make of it)
I gotta bad feeling, about it
I gotta bad feeling, about it

[Verse]
Emotion'ly, mentally
Nobody cares though
Its not unintentionally, uh
My mind is fucked up and i know its true
Nobody in this world
Has gone what ive gone through

If I think too much, man I won't be okay
If I think too much, man shit won't be alright
If I drink enough, imma be okay
If I roll two more, imma be alright

I killed my old self but the new me ain't much better
Thinking death often wita whole lotta anger
I move through questions because I don't have answers
If I call late at night I'd hope that she would answer
I've moved on to bigger things
But my actions still withhold me
Drinking n smoking got me moving slowly

I want a good life
Trapped in paradise with my wife
On an island with tequila, uh

[Chorus]
I gotta bad feeling, about it
I gotta bad feeling, about it, (i want a good life)
I gotta bad feeling, about it
I gotta bad feeling, about it

[Verse]
On an island with tequila
But we drinkin margaritas
If it dont come to that then ill fuck hoe to hoe
Loungin poolside with some broads i'll be huncho

Everything in life is a battle
Every breath is a war
I don’t even know if i’m winning anymore
I draw with silver and it turns red
Im shedding blood now im dead
One day imma die
Literal or in my head
I get lost inside my mind everyday
So many tears I had are stashed away
Its getting harder and harder to hide all the pain
Nowadays I don’t get gains nor gain or retain
Physical items or verbal info
I’m oblivious to mindful ammo (whoa)
I hate flashbacks I don’t wanna remember
I don’t wanna remember, uh

[Chorus]
I gotta bad feeling, about it
I gotta bad feeling, about it
I gotta bad feeling, about it
I gotta bad feeling, about it