Kendrick Lamar – Feel. Lyrics

(Intro)
Ain’t nobody praying for me
Ain’t nobody praying for me
Ain’t nobody praying for me
Ain’t nobody praying for me

(Verse 1)
I feel like a chip on my shoulders
I feel like I’m losing my focus
I feel like I’m losing my patience
I feel like my thoughts in the basement
Feel like, I feel like you’re miseducated
Feel like I don’t wanna be bothered
I feel like you may be the problem
I feel like it ain’t no tomorrow, f**k the world
The world is ending, I’m done pretending
And f**k you if you get offended
I feel like friends been overrated
I feel like the family been faking
I feel like the feelings are changing
Feel like my daughter compromised and jaded
Feel like you wanna scrutinize how I made it
Feel like I ain’t feeling you all
Feel like removing myself, no feelings involved
I feel for you, I’ve been in the field for you
It’s real for you, right? S**t, I feel like

(Chorus)
Ain’t nobody praying for me
Ain’t nobody praying for me
Ain’t nobody praying for me
Ain’t nobody praying

(Verse 2)
I feel ni**as been out of pocket
I feel ni**as tapping they pockets
I feel like debated on who the greatest can stop it
I am legend, I feel like all of y’all is peasants
I feel like all of y’all is desperate
I feel like all it take is a second to feel like
Mike Jordan whenever holding a real mic
I ain’t feeling your presence
Feel like I’ma learn you a lesson
Feel like only me and the music, though
I feel like your feeling ain’t mutual
I feel like the enemy you should know
Feel like the feeling of no hope
The feeling of bad dope
A quarter ounce manipulated from soap
The feeling, the feeling of false freedom
I’ll force feed em the poison that fill em up in the prison
I feel like it’s just me
Look, I feel like I can’t breathe
Look, I feel like I can’t sleep
Look, I feel heartless, often off this
Feeling of falling, of falling apart with
Darkest hours, lost it
Filling the void of being employed with balling
Streets is talking, fill in the blanks with coffins
Fill up the banks with dollars
Fill up the graves with fathers
Fill up the babies with bullsh*t
Internet blogs and pulpit, fill em with gossip
I feel like this gotta be the feeling what Pac was
The feeling of an apocalypse happening
But nothing is awkward, the feeling won’t prosper
The feeling is toxic, I feel like I’m boxing demons
Monsters, false prophets scheming
Sponsors, industry promises
Ni**as, bi**hes, honkies, crackers, Compton
Church, religion, token blacks, and bondage
Lawsuit visits, subpoena served in concert
F**k your feelings, I mean this for imposters
I can feel it, the phoenix sure to watch us
I can feel it, the dream is more than process
I can put a regime that forms a Loch Ness
I can feel it, the scream that haunts our logic
I feel like say something, I feel like take something
I feel like skating off, I feel like waiting for em
Maybe it’s too late for em
I feel like the whole world want me to pray for em
But who the f**k praying for me?

(Outro)
Ain’t nobody praying for me
Who praying for me?
Ain’t nobody praying

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