Questions by Kev Decor Lyrics
[Verse]
On the real sometimes I feel like hamster on a wheel
Sometimes I feel crazy for even trying to chase a deal
Sometimes I feel like you're only winning if you ain't real
Sometimes I feel like I only write shit for popular appeal
Sometimes I feel like I write the shit that they want to feel
Sometimes I feel like I only write the shit they don't want to feel
Sometimes I feel like I'm feeling too much to want to feel
Sometimes I feel like I don't feel enough, I want to feel
Sometimes I feel like I don't even want to do this shit
Sometimes I feel like I don't even want to prove this shit
Sometimes I feel like I'm just too real for this music shit
Sometimes I feel like I'd be better off confused and shit
Is you really gon' stop before you pop, nigga?
Is you really gon' end up just like your pops, nigga?
'Cause these fake ass niggas don't give you props, nigga
With your bucket in hand pushing the mop, nigga
Contemplating taking your life in the parking lot, nigga
Is you really gon' give up your only shot, nigga?
Is you really gon' give up all that you got, nigga?
If you could turn it up a notch you gon' pop, nigga
You right here, you right here, don't you stop nigga
Now I got my mind right, got my grind right
Now I see the future 20/20, not my hindsight
You know how far we done came?
Gotta get my mind right
Pop's left, but I'm straight
Even though I look like him, even if I'm scared straight
I would never book like him
'Cause I ain't shook like him
I wish I could like him
Sometimes I feel I should 'cause one day I wish I would've liked him
That's all I could do, put it in a day's work
Load it up, 'bout to shoot
Bullets where I aim [?]
It's just to entertain her
Rather make the brain work
Laws of the universe, working for me ain't work
All that negative energy when you claim work
Make sure it's positive, confidence and your aim returns
Looking like the Earth, earning like I run the church
All this thinking got me living like I'm lifted off the herb
But really I'm just thinking, singing, sitting on the curb nigga
I got questions
Really I'm just thinking, singing, sitting on the curb nigga
I got questions
[Chorus]
I know that you got questions (x2)
Got questions
I know that you got questions (x2)
Got questions
I know that you got questions (x3)
[Outro]
You got questions, I got questions
You got questions, and I got questions
You got questions, I got questions
You got questions, and I got questions
You got questions, I got questions
You got questions, and I got questions
You got questions, I got questions
You got questions, and I got questions
On the real sometimes I feel like hamster on a wheel
Sometimes I feel crazy for even trying to chase a deal
Sometimes I feel like you're only winning if you ain't real
Sometimes I feel like I only write shit for popular appeal
Sometimes I feel like I write the shit that they want to feel
Sometimes I feel like I only write the shit they don't want to feel
Sometimes I feel like I'm feeling too much to want to feel
Sometimes I feel like I don't feel enough, I want to feel
Sometimes I feel like I don't even want to do this shit
Sometimes I feel like I don't even want to prove this shit
Sometimes I feel like I'm just too real for this music shit
Sometimes I feel like I'd be better off confused and shit
Is you really gon' stop before you pop, nigga?
Is you really gon' end up just like your pops, nigga?
'Cause these fake ass niggas don't give you props, nigga
With your bucket in hand pushing the mop, nigga
Contemplating taking your life in the parking lot, nigga
Is you really gon' give up your only shot, nigga?
Is you really gon' give up all that you got, nigga?
If you could turn it up a notch you gon' pop, nigga
You right here, you right here, don't you stop nigga
Now I got my mind right, got my grind right
Now I see the future 20/20, not my hindsight
You know how far we done came?
Gotta get my mind right
Pop's left, but I'm straight
Even though I look like him, even if I'm scared straight
I would never book like him
'Cause I ain't shook like him
I wish I could like him
Sometimes I feel I should 'cause one day I wish I would've liked him
That's all I could do, put it in a day's work
Load it up, 'bout to shoot
Bullets where I aim [?]
It's just to entertain her
Rather make the brain work
Laws of the universe, working for me ain't work
All that negative energy when you claim work
Make sure it's positive, confidence and your aim returns
Looking like the Earth, earning like I run the church
All this thinking got me living like I'm lifted off the herb
But really I'm just thinking, singing, sitting on the curb nigga
I got questions
Really I'm just thinking, singing, sitting on the curb nigga
I got questions
[Chorus]
I know that you got questions (x2)
Got questions
I know that you got questions (x2)
Got questions
I know that you got questions (x3)
[Outro]
You got questions, I got questions
You got questions, and I got questions
You got questions, I got questions
You got questions, and I got questions
You got questions, I got questions
You got questions, and I got questions
You got questions, I got questions
You got questions, and I got questions