Saafir Can U Feel Me Lyrics

Can U Feel Me Lyrics

I'm cruisin  I'm losin money on gas  

 I pass a car with a star in it  I stare  

 For a minute  but that's the limit  

 Otherwise gas won't be the only thing  

 I'm losin' money too...ooh wee! It's  

 Tuesday  two days after the weekend  

 Imagine if the weekend was a day for  

 Weak minded men   anyway  

 I re take my train of thought  I bought  

 a fat sack and I'm happy cause I got nappy  

 Soldiers in my crew  ya through  if  

 You don't learn so I learnt, that I'm burnt  

 I ran into my homie, yeah wassup?  

 At least I thought he was, but then I caught  

 the buzz that he was talkin behind my back  

 From his girl, ain't that Earl? For  

 Those who can't feel me, Earl means wack  

 In fact, I had that problem a few times  

 But I'll just splurge it in a new rhyme, then forget it  

 Maybe I'll split it in half, or laugh like this...  

 Ha ha ha... can u feel me?  

  

 I faked the funk, and conversated without a doubt  

 He was a chump, but with clout, I ended my route  

 at the liquor store and I tried to  

 buy a Guiness Stout, but I remembered it was nasty  

 But fools drink it cause it's a hip-hop classy  

 You can miss me with that trendy drink  

 Cause they, all make your breath stink, plus  

 death is linked to all alcohol that Arabians won't let you buy  

 they keep tellin me my identification is a lie  

 Why would I, put my face on plastic and in the space  

 where it says birthdate put "see owner"  

 fool, I'm a teenage organ donor  

 So I pick up my I.D. I ain't trippin - why?  

 Cause I'm high, already, on life  

 Once again - I'm riding  

 I'm about to hit the eastside of Oakland  

 I got my seat belt on so when the heat's felt  

 From 5.0, I'll turn up the song and start  

 Singing, "I wish police was a lease  

 that was up" Can u feel me?  

  

 Well it's gettin dark, but it's daylight savings time  

 Clocks go back, but I stay focused and  

 ahead cause I wanna be fat, can u feel me?  

 If you rap I like to fully flex, I like to box  

 I like breakin bullies necks  

 I like collecting checks and collecting respect  

 But I'm not there yet and until then I'll just sell dank - sacks  

 20's, 10's, I'm drivin the weights to be  

 prepared in case I meet my fate and I'm always  

 thinking, "Where will I go when I die?  

 Will I be underground like I am now  

 or in the sky?" My man plan B is smilin  

 cause he can feel me, wassup Jess