Felt - Mick Jenkins

People commit suicide

They don’t have where they vent themselves

You will have somebody if you do something wrong they’ll say

«Ah this thing you’re doing is not good!»

You must listen to people in life

That’s how life works

It’s all… It’s all about love

You cannot be an island…

Look

How can I cure this empty feeling drinking from full cups?

Void’s deep, trust me, I turned to money, lust and light drugs

Second nature I overthink, I’m in shock, demeanour skeptic

They say I make it up, highlights and contours, not no Fenty

It seems that I am the one

Striding blind with no pilot

I knows the ropes, the air so pollen-filled

I sneeze at guidance often

Fixate on danger, sub-zero stares, I guise my options

Anxious so long, cranes in disguise only build up my caution

Disappearing confidence

More bullshit?

I’m tolerant

Sorrow closer than my friends

I feel depression hollering

Lately my view is clouded

Differences all look the same

Been painting pictures of my future, hanging them in ancient frames

This feeling’s morbid and

My hearts got more to give

I felt down under yesterday

What will tomorrow bring?

I feel there’s more to it

My minds got more to give

I felt down under yesterday

What will tomorrow bring?

Look

I can feel the difference and shit look the same

Depending on your instrument

We might have to switch the frame

I just hit my target I can’t say its aim

I felt that shit

I felt that shit

I felt that shit

I can feel the difference and shit look the same

Depending on your instrument

We might have to switch the frame

I just hit my target I can’t say its aim

I felt that shit

I felt that shit

I felt that shit

Do your decision get validated by outcome?

4AM scrubbing plates, pay for features like

How come

Whispers in my ear, they do reaffirm I amount none

Overly down to Earth I’m the ground’s son

8 bars from Mick

I couldn’t try to write to em

I run from challenge

So every door locked though I got all the keys to make the right moves

Warped lens, life hall of mirrors, you see what my eye do

Ran from my fathers glasses but my action treat him idol

If you eyeing me paranoia inside of me

My mum slip motivation 'cross to me in every touch

All the time we spend together come in bunches

'Cus I want hundreds

My fear of failure is a hunch

Fear that my little brother grow up with a grunge

Cus you know the younger generation soak up like a sponge

Nuclear family that’ll detonate a tonne

Stressed I don’t do enough for my blood, that’s everyone (of em)

Fear that the fruit of my vine won’t see the sunlight

I’m on right now

20 minute set to shine right now

Fear that I studied history but I’ll repeat it

Fear that my leaves kept me shaded and I believed them

Afraid of complex, sowing deep while cutting stitches

Academic balance tippin so I keep on switching

My vices momentary, why am I stroking in Balbriggan?

Toking on the strains, smoky vision come from my instrument

Look

I can feel the difference and shit look the same

Depending on your instrument

We might have to switch the frame

I just hit my target I can’t say its aim

I felt that shit

I felt that shit

I felt that shit

I can feel the difference and shit look the same

Depending on your instrument

We might have to switch the frame

I just hit my target I can’t say its aim

I felt that shit

I felt that shit

I felt that shit

I felt that shit

I felt that shit

I felt that shit

The truth of the matter in life is you still have to thank God