Ndgoblackjuice - Feelin' Weird Lyrics

I'm in a state, of mental unease
My nigga please, where I'm from these niggas die on they feet
Not down on they knees, they mamas out here prayin for peace
Kids stayin with the heat, starvin and tryina eat
We all hungry, we boney, sick of eatin bologna
Remember Dollar tree diets spendin' the last of my money
I can't turn to guns or drugs, my pops had done it all for me
I smoke a little bit of weed to keep the demons off of me
I still got ptsd, from them days of runnin them streets
So if i took it from you I was just tryina eat
I put another piece of my soul on another beat
Carvin out the grooves its a musical puzzle piece
Yessir
Right Back at it for the first time
I mighta gone a little ludicrous w that last line
Way too many thoughts criss crossin in this mans mind
Make you jump, placing stress fractures on this mans spine (Uh)
Feelin darker than the drink in my cup
Split a dutch, proceed to roll and tuck and spark that bitch up
Don't give a f*ck, it's been some weeks and I'm still feelin this funk
They took a nigga life for preachin now I'm afraid to speak up
So do I
Get a gat and start to bust back
Or grab my daughter and get the bags packed
A shame i gotta ask that this country movin ass back
Im cutting off toxic energy, mentality fortified in a hazmat

I'm feelin weird
I'm feelin weird

Can't even get a thought put together
I'm hella clever here to sever anything you might ever remember
Whispers in my earlobes rubbing on my clothes
This bitch gettin naughty rubbin in between my toes
French inhale tickle the hairs in my nose
Her gaze lingers when my eyes feelin hella low
I wanna taste shawty she don't even really know
The feelin that she givin when a nigga come and hit it raw
I'm feelin weird, I'm in a weird space
I'm feelin on my ribs cuz a nigga ain't ate
Yes it's too late, to change fate, you maintain faith
That we gon make it through the guttuh some day
I'm a pessimist half empty always angry
Blame it on all the bullshit that i been through lately
The mother of my daughter mama tryna take my baby
Babs be pullin up to my mama house that's hella brazy (Uh)
I'm smokin weed till i can't feel my face
It's a coping mechanism for the shit i can't take
It's to keep me from killin every dumb nigga that i hate
Drivin w no license speedin from the 5 to the 8
Just to bury all of my problems in a whole nother state
Cuz some dumb nigga always got some dumb shit to say
And I guess apparently i got a "test a nigga" face
So some dumb nigga test me and i put him in his place but

I'm feelin weird
Feelin weird
(F*ckin heart racin)

I got issues, real f*ckin issues
Pick a volume, grab some tissues
Grab the bottle
Sip the grey goose
Smoke a blunt, let's all misuse
As I turn loose on a recluse
Restless but I'm reckless
Really givin it my bestest
As I hotbox some asbestos
Goin out like Chester
In the end I guess I'm lesser
Cuz I'm choosing not to fester
This shits a joke, I'm no jester
F*ck the world here goes the gesture
I'm giving into pleasure that I'm gaining from the pressure
Almost to 30. Feel my soul is dirty
Raised by mama and sisters
So I act a little girly
Don't get it twisted I'd still go ballistic on niggas for trippin
Actin stupid makin noise like it's not hella early
I still got OCDs
From days at Polanski
They took the best of me
Back when Renee was three
I wasn't trippin
A nigga destined for the system
Please understand That I move a little different
I gotta see things with a different eye
A younger Nigga with an older mind
Look in the mirror like who am I
And now I gotta grow up and be another guy
So please forgive me if I'm always in another mind
Im paying attention to jokes that you mention
Thinkin you quiet not knowin I'm listenin
Now ya teeth is missin Its worth suspension
I ride for mine I told you niggas that's the mission
But I guess you missed it

I'm feelin weird