The Feels

[Intro]

Deal with me

[Verse 1: Kemba]

I feel like I can't be by myself alone

I’ve seen deterioration of a happy home

I've seen materialization from niggas that can't afford it

Real niggas in costume jewelry, old English and Chinese Jordan’s

I've seen the visualizations, but I hope they're wrong

I've been there sitting complacent like an Uncle Tom

I've welcome my momma's fakest friends with open arms

I know I strained some relations when I wrote this song

[Bridge 1: Kemba]

Fuck it, it feels like I've lost it all (All)

Ignored your cause

Flew so high, I was forced to fall

[Verse 2: Kemba]

I feel like I, I feel like my family

Tried to be family, offered a shoulder, then once it was over

It's like they don’t know me, that could lead to pure insanity

Hate for humanity, I could’ve called them

But, shit, my momma died, I'm traumatized, I’m not alright

I need serenity, slip me some remedy, some realignment

For my inner me, positive energy, to reassign some

Higher entity, all these nature's blessings, scented memories

How can you love me? You don't remember me (Remember me)

[Bridge 2: Kemba]

Turned your phone off, ignore my calls

Got so high (High)

[Verse 3: Kemba]

I feel like I, you felt like I'm

Selfish and bitter, I never **** without an agenda

Only care about myself and my niggas

I never brought you back as much as a picture ’less I want recognition

I never asked you what you wanted for dinner

I don't love you 'less I'm broke or I'm injured

You can't hide your intentions, there ain't nothing like a mom's intuition

I wonder if there was a sign and I missed it

If I went harder to listen, but I have some suspicion

But instead, I'm caught off guard, I'm calling God for assistance

Need divine intervention, yes, I know I'm not the ideal Christian

I'm your son, here's my ID, my picture, I need you to prevent this

I'll repent, I'll hit my knees and surrender

How could I ever be so blind and so distant? Towards the end, it was different

Ain't step foot in the kitchen, is it part of a mission?

Is it part of— mm, fuck...

[Bridge: Kemba]

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Please leave a message after the tone

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[Verse 4: Kemba & Portugal. The Man]

Find myself recently dreaming 'bout being a kid again

Broken and bleeding, cut open, I'm peeling my skin again

Devil been creeping, increasingly thinking 'bout ending it

All my immediate family really attempted it

I had to be there, you need me, no people, no witnesses

Maybe the traits in my genus? You see the resemblance

So many pills in the sink, I think even the fish are dead

How can you blame me? You made me the reason I wish I'm dead

I'm just a product, my momma, my papa, my siblings

Raised off of dial up and monthly trials of the internet

Saw, as a toddler, a flaw that retired my innocence

Papa retired and momma was tired as Michelin

"Bring me the belt for the beating," my knees was trembling

Mama was swinging like Venus, Serena at Wimbledon

Little kids tweaking off sweetened farina with cinnamon

Now that I'm eating, it's sweetened farina with cinnamon

Do you believe in Jesus or need the sentiment?

God'll receive us, the preacher is really a sinner man

Nah, I don't need it, I'm pleading, I'm heathen, I'll sin again

"Tryna be equal" and "probably evil" 's a synonym

Nobody seen the relationships needed rekindling

Now when I see you, I lower the dream of my benefit (Pour the acid in)

Now when I told you [unintelligible] (Pour the acid in)

(Pour the acid in)

[Chorus: Portugal. The Man]

Getting cold, I don't know will I rise again

Dig a hole in my soul, pour the acid in

It's getting cold, I don't know, will I rise again?

Dig a hole in my soul, pour the acid in

It's getting cold, I don't know, will I rise again?

Dig a hole in my soul, pour the acid in

It's getting cold, I don't know, will I rise again?

Dig a hole in my soul, pour the acid in

[Guitar Solo]

[Outro: Portugal. The Man]

Dig a hole in my soul, pour the acid in