Feels Good - People Under The Stairs

The church bells have begun to peal all over the city of Los Angeles

Every church in the town, ringing its bell to welcome the lighting of the flame

that will burn throughout the game

Lighting of the flame that will burn throughout the game

Lighting of the flame that will burn throughout the game

(you know the feeling when things ain’t right)

(Just another day)

Ayy, it feels good to be alive

It feels good to get high

It feels good to show love to the Most High above

But these streets can be heartless

Involved in a beef, I didn’t start this

From the fake I’m the farthest

Slipped and bumped heads

Seventeen shots

They wanted a nigga dead

Was it something I said?

Or the way that I look?

I was born this way, it doesn’t mean I’m a crook

Yo, I wanna feel good to be alive

And I just wanna chill and get high

I guess words are louder than actions

I do it every day and to life

I pay taxes, pass the Grey Goose

And watch them brothers smash this

No practice, Rabbit out a hat tricks

So everyday I breathe another goal to achieve

And to the Most High, I feel good, baby

To my dank high, thank you, baby

Word to Bernie Worrell

Another story to tell

Word to Billy, I’m an island to the vibes we sell

Took an L and a fail

I hug my trumpet, So fuck it

L.A river drive, feeling good in the sky

Let the negativity ride

The positivity ride

The positivity ride

(Damn it feels good…)

Duck, duck, bubble goose

Leaking chartreuse

Heart juice on the corner

The owner’s from flatline

Coroner’s on overtime

The blind eye, it stays turned

It’s lit, bruh, both ends of the candle, they getting burned

The system, sisters and brothers

Mothers and fathers, children

Tangled in this deep web

Wilderness, nobody with them

No visible path, worldwide we 35th in math

But number one with the memes

Now witness dank dreams crash

I built these Icarus wings

Out of the ash of the industry

But instead of Crete, I escaped the streets

Into the clouds, carried by wax, I got high

The sun was my son, reminding me I couldn’t fly

Far enough out of this innocence

Modern currency for pleasure

Once stolen, you’ll never recover the treasure

Let’s face it:

You’ll spend your whole life trying to replace it

A carrot on a stick, quick now, go ahead and chase it

Trying to catch that feeling of trending

But who’d have thunk?

I jumped into a bottle trying to find it and I sunk

Now here we are, some stoners, addicts and grown drunks

And not a single one of us feels good

Now, ain’t that fucked?

At least until the next fix

Binge watching Netflix, life’s Tetris

Trying to escape the blocks

It keeps stacking 'til you hit the top

They say

Ya' don’t stop 'til you hit the top

They say

It feels good

(you know the feeling when things ain’t right)

(you know the feeling when things ain’t right)