Do they really feel good?
I'm trying to.
So what?
I'm trying to be myself in the valley of the
fake trying to fix myself up every hour break.
And when the times get easier,
now they all need a young father when
related to the promised land of mine,
a spin I was before I won the war.
And when things were difficult,
no one ever gave a *.
Maybe skill, maybe luck.
Either way, I made it up.
And so what?
So I say so what?
Got a little something on the high end,
but doesn't really make me feel good.
Got something to say.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I say so what?
I'm trying to put you down on the low end,
but doesn't really make me feel good.
Got something to say.
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah.
Where do you go when everyone is gone?
The same people who first appeared when you got on.
It ain't equal to the year that made it seem so long
for you to achieve the damn things you knew all along.
Yo, and about the same.
So original they couldn't give my style a name.
Now there's a million memes,
but only one was the lame.
The scores points were honesty.
I ain't after the fame.
Nah.
And when it came to the breaking point,
people raised their hands so I had to make a point.
Roll it up and pull it out while walking to the joint.
I made it mine.
And when it brought two particulars getting down
and living it up or giving it up or giving up,
who knows where,
how and why?
Or mainly why?
I say so what?
You got a little something on the high end,
but doesn't really make me feel good.
Got something to say.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I say so what?
They try to put you down on the low end,
but doesn't really make me feel good.
Got something to say.
Yeah,
yeah, yeah.
I say so what?
You got a little something on the high end,
but doesn't really make me feel good.
Got something to say.
Yeah,
yeah, yeah.
I say so what?
They try to put you down on the low end,
but doesn't really make me feel good.
Got something to say.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.