[Produced By: Hit-Boy]
[Intro]
Yeah, that's perfect
[Chorus]
Feelin' better than I ever felt
Feelin' better than I ever felt
Why thank you
Feelin' better than I ever felt
Feelin' better than I ever felt
Meanwhile, these dead presidents keep coming, I'ma stack this
Wanna play for the big leagues, kid, practice
Live the lifestyle, wife a model or an actress
Oh, I'm so damn good at this
Muahahaha
[Verse 1]
Money straight like the way I drink bourbon
There's no one like me, stop searchin'
You can go and bet the house on it, mama, sure thing
You've been workin' for a while, somethin's not working
Wait for me to fail, then you got the wrong person
I am not an earthling, aliens birthed him
Crazy and disturbing
Belong in an insane asylum, Gerald's going crazy wildin'
But who cares? His paper's piling
I'll go vacation on my favorite island, take a valium
Kidnap Hit-Boy an' lock him up an' make an album
Could make a hundred new song,s fuck it, make a thousand
Never drop it, fuck the world, I'll be straight without them
Listen, cause low key, like two octaves down
Somewhere along the road became a monster now
Toured the world and I brought the town
We're eating plenty food over here, we got lots around
[Intro]
Yeah, that's perfect
[Chorus]
Feelin' better than I ever felt
Feelin' better than I ever felt
Why thank you
Feelin' better than I ever felt
Feelin' better than I ever felt
Meanwhile, these dead presidents keep coming, I'ma stack this
Wanna play for the big leagues, kid, practice
Live the lifestyle, wife a model or an actress
Oh, I'm so damn good at this
Muahahaha
[Verse 1]
Money straight like the way I drink bourbon
There's no one like me, stop searchin'
You can go and bet the house on it, mama, sure thing
You've been workin' for a while, somethin's not working
Wait for me to fail, then you got the wrong person
I am not an earthling, aliens birthed him
Crazy and disturbing
Belong in an insane asylum, Gerald's going crazy wildin'
But who cares? His paper's piling
I'll go vacation on my favorite island, take a valium
Kidnap Hit-Boy an' lock him up an' make an album
Could make a hundred new song,s fuck it, make a thousand
Never drop it, fuck the world, I'll be straight without them
Listen, cause low key, like two octaves down
Somewhere along the road became a monster now
Toured the world and I brought the town
We're eating plenty food over here, we got lots around
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