FEEL.

Album: DAMN. (2017)
Charted: 46 35
  • Ain't nobody prayin' for me
    Ain't nobody prayin' for me
    Ain't nobody prayin' for me
    Ain't nobody prayin' for me

    Ain't nobody prayin' for me
    Ain't nobody prayin' for me
    Ain't nobody prayin' for me

    I feel like a chip on my shoulders
    I feel like I'm losin' my focus
    I feel like I'm losin' my patience
    I feel like my thoughts in the basement
    Feel like, I feel like you're miseducated
    Feel like I don't wanna be bothered
    I feel like you may be the problem
    I feel like it ain't no tomorrow, fuck the world
    The world is endin', I'm done pretendin'
    And fuck you if you get offended
    I feel like friends been overrated
    I feel like the family been fakin'
    I feel like the feelings are changin'
    Feel like my daughter compromised and jaded
    Feel like you wanna scrutinize how I made it
    Feel like I ain't feelin' you all
    Feel like removin' myself, no feelings involved
    I feel for you, I've been in the field for you
    It's real for you, right? Shit, I feel like

    Ain't nobody prayin' for me
    Ain't nobody prayin' for me
    Ain't nobody prayin' for me
    Ain't nobody prayin'

    I feel niggas been out of pocket
    I feel niggas tappin' they pockets
    I feel like debated on who the greatest can stop it
    I am legend, I feel like all of y'all is peasants
    I feel like all of y'all is desperate
    I feel like all it take is a second to feel like
    Mike Jordan whenever holdin' a real mic
    I ain't feelin' your presence
    Feel like I'ma learn you a lesson
    Feel like only me and the music, though
    I feel like your feelin' ain't mutual
    I feel like the enemy you should know
    Feel like the feelin' of no hope
    The feelin' of bad dope
    A quarter ounce manipulated from soap
    The feelin', the feelin' of false freedom
    I'll force-feed 'em the poison that fill 'em up in the prison
    I feel like it's just me
    Look, I feel like I can't breathe
    Look, I feel like I can't sleep
    Look, I feel heartless, often off this
    Feelin' of fallin', of fallin' apart with
    Darkest hours, lost it
    Fillin' the void of bein' employed with ballin'
    Streets is talkin', fill in the blanks with coffins
    Fill up the banks with dollars
    Fill up the graves with fathers
    Fill up the babies with bullshit
    Internet blogs and pulpit, fill 'em with gossip
    I feel like this gotta be the feelin' what 'Pac was
    The feelin' of an apocalypse happenin'
    But nothin' is awkward, the feelin' won't prosper
    The feelin' is toxic, I feel like I'm boxin' demons
    Monsters, false prophets schemin'
    Sponsors, industry promises
    Niggas, bitches, honkies, crackers, Compton
    Church, religion, token blacks, and bondage
    Lawsuit visits, subpoena served in concert
    Fuck your feelings, I mean this for imposters
    I can feel it, the phoenix sure to watch us
    I can feel it, the dream is more than process
    I can put a regime that forms a Loch Ness
    I can feel it, the scream that haunts our logic
    I feel like say somethin', I feel like take somethin'
    I feel like skatin' off, I feel like waitin' for 'em
    Maybe it's too late for 'em
    I feel like the whole world want me to pray for 'em
    But who the fuck prayin' for me?

    Ain't nobody prayin' for me
    Who prayin' for me?
    Ain't nobody prayin' Writer/s: KENDRICK LAMAR, MARK ANTHONY SPEARS
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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