Good Feelings by Yung Passion Lyrics
[Verse1:Marcus-Jamal]
Remember the days when i was going through a lot
Now i'm young man i just praise God alot
In the middle of sin and God hot-in the box
Devil on my sole, under my socks
I dont really care what others say about me
You know how much bad my momma had beat up outta me
You know how much sin Jesus had to get up outta me
At the Devil' table not caring about the calories
Now i'm tryna go to school to can get a descent salary
So i can feed the hand that was feeding me
Take care of the people who i know thats never leaving me
Happy God cared enough to still have peace with me
[Hook:Marcus-Jamal]
Sorry but i had a lot on my chest
I put it on the paper, it can't fit on my head
I put it on the paper, it can't fit on my head
You wanna have prayer, Aunt Pearl go ahead
[Interlude:]
What happen to the stairs!
My parents took em down cuz I am grounded
That's disturbing
If we don't provided our self with some mental stimulation we'll all be reduced to protoplasm !
Hey leach with a little paint, that football can look like a alligator
You need(B-mo shut doooowwnn) help,.......you all need help
[Verse2:Marcus-Jamal]
I'm on the track on top of it
I'm on the track i hock and spit
This beat it got me vomiting
Vomiting up these words
Lyricist call me a lyricist
God's the real lyricist
I'm messenger boy, God's really writing this
God uses my hand to scribble on this papyrus
Like Popeye pop the spinach and then he finish it
We want the spinach czu what Popeye did
I'm hopen yall want Jesus
Cuz yall see what he did
Funny little word play, yo we scrabble up
Finna battle with spirts grab ya Bible knuckle up
Knuckle up and speak the words,don't just say demons suck
Speak them words of the scripture and watch the demon get ripped up
[Hook:Marcus-Jamal]
Sorry but i had a lot on my chest
I put on the paper, it can't fit on my head
I put it on the paper, it can't fit on my head
You wanna have prayer, Auntie Phills go ahead
[Interlude:]
You deserve a shake for that
I must say if I were your bother I would be very impressed
Remember the days when i was going through a lot
Now i'm young man i just praise God alot
In the middle of sin and God hot-in the box
Devil on my sole, under my socks
I dont really care what others say about me
You know how much bad my momma had beat up outta me
You know how much sin Jesus had to get up outta me
At the Devil' table not caring about the calories
Now i'm tryna go to school to can get a descent salary
So i can feed the hand that was feeding me
Take care of the people who i know thats never leaving me
Happy God cared enough to still have peace with me
[Hook:Marcus-Jamal]
Sorry but i had a lot on my chest
I put it on the paper, it can't fit on my head
I put it on the paper, it can't fit on my head
You wanna have prayer, Aunt Pearl go ahead
[Interlude:]
What happen to the stairs!
My parents took em down cuz I am grounded
That's disturbing
If we don't provided our self with some mental stimulation we'll all be reduced to protoplasm !
Hey leach with a little paint, that football can look like a alligator
You need(B-mo shut doooowwnn) help,.......you all need help
[Verse2:Marcus-Jamal]
I'm on the track on top of it
I'm on the track i hock and spit
This beat it got me vomiting
Vomiting up these words
Lyricist call me a lyricist
God's the real lyricist
I'm messenger boy, God's really writing this
God uses my hand to scribble on this papyrus
Like Popeye pop the spinach and then he finish it
We want the spinach czu what Popeye did
I'm hopen yall want Jesus
Cuz yall see what he did
Funny little word play, yo we scrabble up
Finna battle with spirts grab ya Bible knuckle up
Knuckle up and speak the words,don't just say demons suck
Speak them words of the scripture and watch the demon get ripped up
[Hook:Marcus-Jamal]
Sorry but i had a lot on my chest
I put on the paper, it can't fit on my head
I put it on the paper, it can't fit on my head
You wanna have prayer, Auntie Phills go ahead
[Interlude:]
You deserve a shake for that
I must say if I were your bother I would be very impressed