Aye
I'm feeling too good for my own good (aye)
I'm feeling too good for my own good (aye)
I'm feeling too good for my own good (aye)
I'm feeling too good for my own good (Own good)
It's like I'm supposed to panic one man army mission Mandalorian
I'm souring in and out of consciousness and just performing it
The rapping shit I thought it was for me now I'm ignoring it
I'm forging my way through a path to buy me a DeLorean
I'm trippin'
I thought I was your wish list shorty
Why you tryna wrap us up like Christmas shorty
As me if I try at what I do I'd "hardly
Gnarly, kickin' shit without the paparazzi
I'm crazy
New bitch on the daily
I pop another oxy, now I'm feeling lazy
Not hangin' with your posse, lil' boy you have to pay me
Almost at the finish line I wasn't even racing
I'm tasting defeat all the time
Bitches got me on their leash all the time
I don't do what I preach half the time
Always watching out for who I have to meet all the time
Put these clothes on so these bitches on their knees all the time
Why I care about 'em (Care about-)
It's 'cause when no one else was there my mama cared about him
But now I leave the bitches saying "What's your f*ckin' problem
Now I can't control my habits or my standards
I don't even plan first
So much talk about the future I just gotta stand first
I can't even sit still what the f*ck I'd do at Stanford
Even if I went to school I knew I'd need the bands first
They put me up in a box and music put his hand first
These thoughts done put some tumors in my head I don't have cancer
My body don't detoxify the liquor got the man cursed
Think if I had money then the bitches would've answered
I don't even give a f*ck 'bout no more of these standards, I'm hammered
I'm feeling too good for my own good (aye)
I'm feeling too good for my own good (aye)
I'm feeling too good for my own good (aye)
I'm feeling too good for my own good (Own good)
(Woo)
(I'm feeling too good for my own good)
(Own good)
(I'm feeling too good for my own good)