[INTRO | • School kids choir vocals+ ad-libs] "I Feel like.." (“I feel like dyin’…) yeah… "I feel like dyin’…” Up… up… Float past the moon… Ghost gang- Mad House Music… (up, up and away)"I feel like dying..." [HOOK | ] (feel like dyin’…) Fell out with my bitch, I been gone off the meds Demons dancing in my head, I been ducking my bed All the way up- up, but I’m stuck in my fucking ways (feel like dyin’…) Float through the night, but always running from the day (feel like dyin’…) Fallin’ with no pilot… Im-... I'm Like, [VERSE 1 | easy smooth • melody conversational ] I can’t feel my face, I been lost in my space Savage in my blood, whole life never been safe Mind too strong, heart fragile glass Love turn panic when the chemicals clash Whiskey bottles call me, say they know my name “One more night, you can numb that pain” Sip slow, watch the ceiling bend Tryna find myself, lose where I end Heart cold, hoodie up, back to the wall Learned young don’t trust shit when the money call Blunt got me floatin’, soul still stuck Everybody fake when they swear they keep it a buck Hope in a cup, future in a bag Wings too heavy, I can’t lift past that Smile for the world, don’t say how I feel Every high fake, every crash real [HOOK | ] (feel like dyin’…) Fell out with my bitch, Fuck love... I been gone off the drugs Demons dancing in my head, I been ducking my bed All the way up- up, but I’m stuck in my fucking ways (feel like dyin’…) Float through the night, but always running from the day (I feel like dyin’…) Fallin’ with no pilot… [VERSE 2 | Super slow rhythmic conversational-TRAP] Mind drift up, body slow, feet not grounded Tryna leave hell, still fully surrounded Demons hit my line like unlimited plans I answer every time, now they permanent fans Cloud nine gone by the mornin’ light Every high rented, never owned in life Gravity mad when I try to rise Pull me back down every single time (feel like dyin’…) PTSD when I hear that sound (whoop-whoop) Sirens in my sleep, I don’t calm down Movin’ dirty just to stay ahead Pray to God but I still see red Medicine swim where my heart should be Memories leak when the drinks come free Some nights I’m a ghost of who I was Some nights I feel too much, some nights none [HOOK |] (feel like dyin’…) (I feel like dyin’…) Fell out with my bitch, Fuck love... I been gone off the drugs Demons dancing in my head, I been ducking my bed All the way up- up, but I’m stuck in my fucking ways (feel like dyin’…) Float through the night, but always running from the day [VERSE 3 | MELODIC reggae indie • CONFESSIONAL] Yeah… lately… (feel like dyin’…) I feel like dying I said I'm sorry momma. I gave up trying All I do is run, and until one finally catches up to the gun.. (feel like dyin’…) Mama said slow down, I said I can’t stop Whole life felt like one long shot Friends turn ghosts when the pressure too loud Same hands clappin’ tryna take me down I don’t flex fake, I flex my voice Every scar I got earned, not choice Love feel fake when it come with strings Trust get buried in these missions (feel like dyin’…) Lately I been fightin’ thoughts I never say Keep my face calm, let the problems stay Pressure on my conscience every day Tryna stay afloat, but I drift away Told my people I’m good, that was lies Breakin’ down where the camera don’t lie Pour it up, let it sit where the hurt begin Every love I got taught discipline Highs don’t lift me like before Lows hit harder, drop me to the floor I’m scared inside, but I play the hero Mask on tight, keep the image in control [BRIDGE | ] Why I feel alone in a room full of eyes? Why peace always come with a price? If I fall tonight, let the truth be said I was fightin’ my mind more than anything else feel like dyin’…) Fell out with my bitch, Fuck love... I been gone off the drugs Demons dancing in my head, I been ducking my bed All the way up- up, but I’m stuck in my fucking ways (feel like dyin’…) Float through the night, but always running from the day [Slow Outstanding electric guitar solo] [FINAL HOOK | ] (feel like dyin’…) Fell out with my bitch, I been gone off the meds Demons in my head, I been ducking my bed All the way up, but I’m stuck in my ways (feel like dyin’…) Float through the night, still run from the day (feel like dyin’…) Fallin’ with no pilot… [OUTRO | FADE ] All the way up, still chained to the floor If love call back, I don’t answer no more Lifestyle cursed, but I play my part Superman mind with a broken-made heart (feel like dyin’…) (feel like dyin’…) Fell out with my bitch, I been gone off the meds Demons in my head, I been ducking my bed All the way up, but I’m stuck in my ways Float through the night, still run from the day I feel like dyin’… Fallin’ with no pilot
