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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

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