Feeling bad
Couple racks
Smokin stacks
Stupid racks
Stupid cash
You must know by how i act
Stay on track
Yeah i'm bad
And my lady showing that
Showing that
How is that
Is my lyrics spitting facts
Is my flow steady and fast
Will my haters still attack
It's stready in my mind
The thoughts of ideal lies
Just to save your own eyes
So maybe you'll get out alive
To make it all better in time
Go crazy to keep up my grind
No way you catch, say bye bye
Everything my way
Don't you know i'm not okay
Spending money everyday
Even though i don't get payed
Don't get payed for all this labor
That i put into the flavor of my music
That's a shame cause i'm doing you all a favor
Stupid racks
Stupid cash
You must know by how i act
Stay on track
Yeah i'm bad
And my lady showing that
Showing that
How is that
Is my lyrics spitting facts
Is my flow steady and fast
Will my haters still attack
F*cked up of all sorts
One of us dead till
F*cked up the eyesores
Left her on read
Like rulin the sky, shore
The king is dead
To the ruler of eyesores
Kick in the side doors
So f*ck an acolyte
Win a motherf*ckin pize
When i'm caught up in the hype
Send em all a f*ckin knife
Chugging all the dirty sprite
Running round all f*ckin night
Treat me like a sattlite
Way i be so f*cking high
Stand on my pride
Feeding the lies
All of you lies
For all the likes
Stupid racks
Stupid cash
You must know by how i act
Stay on track
Yeah i'm bad
And my lady showing that
Showing that
How is that
Is my lyrics spitting facts
Is my flow steady and fast
Will my haters still attack
Feeling bad
Couple racks
Smokin stacks
Subject 28 - Feelin' Bad Lyrics
Subject 28 - Feelin' Bad Lyrics
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Feeling bad
Couple racks
Smokin stacks
Stupid racks
Stupid cash
You must know by how i act
Stay on track
Yeah i'm bad
And my lady showing that
Showing that
How is that
Is my lyrics spitting facts
Is my flow steady and fast
Will my haters still attack
It's stready in my mind
The thoughts of ideal lies
Just to save your own eyes
So maybe you'll get out alive
To make it all better in time
Go crazy to keep up my grind
No way you catch, say bye bye
Everything my way
Don't you know i'm not okay
Spending money everyday
Even though i don't get payed
Don't get payed for all this labor
That i put into the flavor of my music
That's a shame cause i'm doing you all a favor
Stupid racks
Stupid cash
You must know by how i act
Stay on track
Yeah i'm bad
And my lady showing that
Showing that
How is that
Is my lyrics spitting facts
Is my flow steady and fast
Will my haters still attack
F*cked up of all sorts
One of us dead till
F*cked up the eyesores
Left her on read
Like rulin the sky, shore
The king is dead
To the ruler of eyesores
Kick in the side doors
So f*ck an acolyte
Win a motherf*ckin pize
When i'm caught up in the hype
Send em all a f*ckin knife
Chugging all the dirty sprite
Running round all f*ckin night
Treat me like a sattlite
Way i be so f*cking high
Stand on my pride
Feeding the lies
All of you lies
For all the likes
Stupid racks
Stupid cash
You must know by how i act
Stay on track
Yeah i'm bad
And my lady showing that
Showing that
How is that
Is my lyrics spitting facts
Is my flow steady and fast
Will my haters still attack
Feeling bad
Couple racks
Smokin stacks
Couple racks
Smokin stacks
Stupid racks
Stupid cash
You must know by how i act
Stay on track
Yeah i'm bad
And my lady showing that
Showing that
How is that
Is my lyrics spitting facts
Is my flow steady and fast
Will my haters still attack
It's stready in my mind
The thoughts of ideal lies
Just to save your own eyes
So maybe you'll get out alive
To make it all better in time
Go crazy to keep up my grind
No way you catch, say bye bye
Everything my way
Don't you know i'm not okay
Spending money everyday
Even though i don't get payed
Don't get payed for all this labor
That i put into the flavor of my music
That's a shame cause i'm doing you all a favor
Stupid racks
Stupid cash
You must know by how i act
Stay on track
Yeah i'm bad
And my lady showing that
Showing that
How is that
Is my lyrics spitting facts
Is my flow steady and fast
Will my haters still attack
F*cked up of all sorts
One of us dead till
F*cked up the eyesores
Left her on read
Like rulin the sky, shore
The king is dead
To the ruler of eyesores
Kick in the side doors
So f*ck an acolyte
Win a motherf*ckin pize
When i'm caught up in the hype
Send em all a f*ckin knife
Chugging all the dirty sprite
Running round all f*ckin night
Treat me like a sattlite
Way i be so f*cking high
Stand on my pride
Feeding the lies
All of you lies
For all the likes
Stupid racks
Stupid cash
You must know by how i act
Stay on track
Yeah i'm bad
And my lady showing that
Showing that
How is that
Is my lyrics spitting facts
Is my flow steady and fast
Will my haters still attack
Feeling bad
Couple racks
Smokin stacks
Writer: Ryan Moore
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