Guillaume.Scott - Great Lyrics

I feel great
Okay I'm lying a bit
But I'm still tryna choose what I say
It's been six days
Since you lied to my face
In my bed telling me that you'd stay
Point the finger you blame
Talking bout a he said she said
I'm just tryna figure out what we meant to you
That's great
Glad you had a wonderful day
Well that's chill why I lie and I say
I feel great
You really play with me
And everything around is already confusing what you make of me
You leave me puzzled with your smile and a bakery
So sorry if I came across a little bit nervous but I
Never had a complex met with Zeus in the sky
So I'm left perplexed about why
I'm attempting to perfect all the musical ties
Like goddamn Lyrical wise I'm spitting the fire
I'm not exaggerating I'm in the studio after late
Tryna make a hit thinking damn I'm bout to master bate
Maybe that'll give a dopamine rush cause f*ck I've been here for hours and it's pissing me off
But here we go again
Another night going slow again
Cooking up and making it for people who ain't knowing it
Get over emotional and maybe then I'll throw a fit
Spitting like a grown man but I'm acting like a kid
I feel great
Okay I'm lying a bit
But I'm still tryna choose what I say
It's been six days
Since you lied to my face
In my bed telling me that you'd stay
Point the finger you blame
Talking bout a he said she said
I'm just tryna figure out what we meant to you
That's great
Glad you had a wonderful day
Well that's chill why I lie and I say
I feel great
Again acting like a kid getting drunk when I shouldn't be
Dressing all fine hoping maybe you'll look at me
I feel like you don't
But that's okay I drive fast in the city
With the music blast tryna overpass self pity
That's common for the people surrounding me
Wish for more time with the people who caring and say they value me
I hold love for the falcon in the sky
Cause you know that I know that bitch is still proud of me
So we keep on going
And we keep on writing
And we keep on hoping yeah
But recently it's been I keep on loathing
And I keep on drinking this heart filled potion
That's cinnamon a ball of fire
And ADHD the Ritalin is not required
And imma keep on spitting till my mom retire
I'm in the cage with the one shot soon you'll be calling me the qualifier
I feel great
Okay I'm lying a bit
But I'm still tryna choose what I say
It's been six days
Since you lied to my face
In my bed telling me that you'd stay
Point the finger you blame
Talking bout a he said she said
I'm just tryna figure out what we meant to you
That's great
Glad you had a wonderful day
Well that's chill why I lie and I say
I feel great