$NOT – How U Feel Lyrics

How U Feel Lyrics – $NOT

‘Cause what is life when you don’t even wanna live?
How you feel?
How you feel? How you feel?
(Uh, yeah)

I’m so lonely ’cause what is life if I don’t wanna live? (Woo)
Can you grab the Glock and shoot me in the head real quick? (Don’t shoot me)
My enemies they laughin’ at me like, “What the ***, kid?” (Haha)
People lookin’ up to me, sayin’, “Oh my God, he a ***” (***)
Never gave a *** about it ’cause I’m *** as *** (Haha)
And I ain’t talkin’, ’bout as drunk as my soul in the sky and *** (***)
It’s too late to come down, I ***’ regret this ***
I’m so selfish, I can’t even give that *** my ***

‘Cause what is life if he don’t even wanna live? (Woo)
See my name up on a shirt, I hope he rest in *** (Go, go)
Man, how you feel? Can you keep it real? Roses in my grill
Flowers in the field, even in the grave
‘Cause that’s where I’ma chill, ain’t nothing for a lowlife, still
Heart broke and my own love kills
(Badmon, king)
(Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)

Uh, dying to live, you’re living to die
I knew a couple real niggas that didn’t survive
‘Cause fake niggas still alive, and living a lie
Hidden in disguise, think it harder just to recognize (Yuh)
Maybe the reason why Jesus got crucified
They screw you over right after they get you scrutinized
Well *** I’m self made, *** being supervised
Like *** I look like, listening to some suits and ties? (***)
Born alone, so we die alone
You niggas rather see me gone, so I ride with chrome (Bah-bah)
I got God on my phone like I ain’t staying long (Brrr)
Devil on my back making sure that I make it home
I’m tryna carry on tradition, they ain’t tryna listen
Ain’t a prescription strong enough for my mental condition
Kamikaze visions, I been having premonitions
Why *** yourself, when you can *** the competition?

What is life if he don’t even wanna live? (Woo)
See my name up on a shirt, I hope he rest in *** (Go, go)
Man, how you feel? Can you keep it real? Roses in my grill
Flowers in the field, leavin’ in the grave
‘Cause that’s where I’ma chill, ain’t nothing for a lowlife, still
Heart broke and my own love kills