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Better Feelings
by Chance Black
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I get better feeling when I meditate then sex
I way above the rest
You can’t put me in a vest
When it’s my time to go I put the joint out on your chest
These motherfukckers think they next
They just want the flex
I’m insane usain couldn’t check
Fuck a threat
I’m tech nine on three lines get slept
I’m the best
Yeah
What you think what you heard you bitches getting on my nerves
Y’all ain’t fucking with the verse
I speak volumes like hallways
They don’t know what to call me
I’m might resurrect to heavin
Cause bitch I’m godly
Just fucked a Burnette and called her I Carly
Now I’m smoking weed with the homies and feel bob marley
You can’t play me I put time in for this shit
I’m just grinding for this shit
Got my eye on all this shit
I see you chilling we just vibing in this bitch
You think you worried this ain’t shit
See the bitches let em in
Cause
I’m really bout to get it popping
From central Mississippi to La and back we mobbing
I don’t know if there’s a person that could even fucking stop it
I’m just jotting I ain’t toxic
I could fix all of your problems.
I get better feeling when I meditate then head
I’m way above the set
I’m bout to show you all I’m next
From Denver to Sudan my name gonna spread
Like yo bitch when she left yo text message on read
I’m might pull up in a vet that I just copped cause I had some money left
See the world through a lends now I’m standing on the edge u
And
Where the fuck is god at I’m trying to repent
I took it all 10 minutes I was tripping sack
If life was highschool I’d be skipping class
Moving fast hit the dash but I never brag
Make it last fuck a sack I need a fucking bag
Yeah
And I’m just playing with the mixes
You can’t even make a song
So why you playing with my vision
Though I can do it all
I know that the clock is ticking
Should I wait till it’s my time
Or should I go and fucking get it
That’s decisions yeah
And that’s what’s in my fucking head
I ain’t worried bout this life cause they wish that I was dead
Getting head in my bed she loves to make a mess
So I kicked the bitch out fucked my hand instead
But I get better feeling when I meditate then that
I’m way below the calf I’m just working on my craft
At times fall hard cause I’m Human we all that
Ain’t drinking I’m off that
I’m smoking we all that
I’m smoking we all that
I get better feeling when I meditate then sex
I way above the rest
You can’t put me in a vest
When it’s my time to go I put the joint out on your chest
These motherfukckers think they next
They just want the flex
I’m insane usain couldn’t check
Fuck a threat
I’m tech nine on three lines get slept
I’m the best
Yeah
What you think what you heard you bitches getting on my nerves
Y’all ain’t fucking with the verse
I speak volumes like hallways
They don’t know what to call me
I’m might resurrect to heavin
Cause bitch I’m godly
Just fucked a Burnette and called her I Carly
Now I’m smoking weed with the homies and feel bob marley
You can’t play me I put time in for this shit
I’m just grinding for this shit
Got my eye on all this shit
I see you chilling we just vibing in this bitch
You think you worried this ain’t shit
See the bitches let em in
Cause
I’m really bout to get it popping
From central Mississippi to La and back we mobbing
I don’t know if there’s a person that could even fucking stop it
I’m just jotting I ain’t toxic
I could fix all of your problems.
I get better feeling when I meditate then head
I’m way above the set
I’m bout to show you all I’m next
From Denver to Sudan my name gonna spread
Like yo bitch when she left yo text message on read
I’m might pull up in a vet that I just copped cause I had some money left
See the world through a lends now I’m standing on the edge u
And
Where the fuck is god at I’m trying to repent
I took it all 10 minutes I was tripping sack
If life was highschool I’d be skipping class
Moving fast hit the dash but I never brag
Make it last fuck a sack I need a fucking bag
Yeah
And I’m just playing with the mixes
You can’t even make a song
So why you playing with my vision
Though I can do it all
I know that the clock is ticking
Should I wait till it’s my time
Or should I go and fucking get it
That’s decisions yeah
And that’s what’s in my fucking head
I ain’t worried bout this life cause they wish that I was dead
Getting head in my bed she loves to make a mess
So I kicked the bitch out fucked my hand instead
But I get better feeling when I meditate then that
I’m way below the calf I’m just working on my craft
At times fall hard cause I’m Human we all that
Ain’t drinking I’m off that
I’m smoking we all that
I’m smoking we all that