Kendrick Lamar – FEEL. Lyrics 


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 ending, 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’

Fillin’ the planks 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 up 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 lochness

I can feel it, the scream that haunts our logic

I feel like say some, I feel like take some

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’

Editor: Money0819

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