Felt Like This Lyrics

Yo, what makes you feel good, is it money or fame

Or is it the weather, when it's sunny or rains

Is it knowing someone's out there running your name

Or is it gettin' a leg up and cuming on dames

Is it getting awards, or maybe some recognition

Is it tryna find out who Tim Cheks is dissin

Stopped for reactions; raps are what I'd get to missin

But I'm back to rap, bitch, I accept the mission

I just wanted to get back to the place I was at

Didn't think I'd make it, I was facin' the facts

Tried to hide it with humour; I played all the acts

I couldn't find my purpose, so I was taken aback

Whatever it is ya gotta go and chase ya dream

Do what ya want, just don't disgrace the scene

Cash rules everything, so I ate the C.R.E.A.M

Now it's my time to shine, so face the gleam

We all have our things and we love that we felt that

It hits hard, like a bad kid by a belt strap

We have to push forward, even though we just fell back

Gotta chase that feeling, if we don't then we're hell wack

We all have our things and we love that we felt that

It hits hard, like a bad kid by a belt strap

We have to push forward, even though we just fell back

Gotta chase that feeling, if we don't then we're hell wack

I'm back, baby, been a while since I've felt like this

Felt beat down; like getting stomped by 12 Nike kicks

But I'm back on a track just to tell my shit

Times were tough, felt like I had to sell my ribs

Then I found this beat, and it talked to my soul

It brought out the heat, like I was walkin' on coals

Get strapped to ya seat, kick out the door with ya soles

The track's now complete, so it's yours to behold

My music's kicking off and it's making a wave

Got artists like EKYZ and Killist saying my name

Together we're collectively changing the game

I finally found my purpose, ya can't take that away

If it feels good then do it, don't fake ya happy

But ya gotta do it now, ya gotta make it snappy

Open up to a surprise, like when ya change ya nappy

I hope ya come back to this track, when ya day crappy

We all have our things and we love that we felt that

It hits hard, like a bad kid by a belt strap

We have to push forward, even though we just fell back

Gotta chase that feeling, if we don't then we're hell wack

We all have our things and we love that we felt that

It hits hard, like a bad kid by a belt strap

We have to push forward, even though we just fell back

Gotta chase that feeling, if we don't then we're hell wack