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—

(…)

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‘