Saigon

Saigon - Feet On The Ground lyrics

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[Hook]

I feel like I’m going crazy, love me or hate me

Who’s gonna save me from myself?

When I feel like there’s no one else

When it feels like there’s no one left

To keep my feet on the ground

Going, going crazy

Feel like I’m going crazy

Cause I’m happy now, but I’m crashing down

Who’s gonna save me from myself?

To keep my feet on the ground

I’m a vigilante, I do some shit if a nigga dare me

I got no friends and even less that I consider, fail me

My attitude is fuck em, I buck em if they come close to me

Now use cold up in this nigga, its’ a just a toast of me

I watched first 48, feionic used in court

It’s hardly ever the killers, some snitches always in forth

And we was taught not to talk, soon after we learn to walk

Your talent tell on your sister, your ass is getting the ...

And for ass whipping, we slipping, raising our kids different

And try to tell these niggas but why the fuck won’t they listen?

It’s a lot of poetical prowess in my position

But it’s seems like the riches and bitches blinding they vision

So fuck them and fuck whoever don’t understand

I’m a man, a man with the covers to take a stand

I might run in the precinct with a gage in my hand

Be front page with a grenade in my hand

[Hook]

I feel like I’m going crazy, love me or hate me

Who’s gonna save me from myself?

When I feel like there’s no one else

When it feels like there’s no one left

To keep my feet on the ground

Going, going crazy

Feel like I’m going crazy

Cause I’m happy now, but I’m crashing down

Who’s gonna save me from myself?

To keep my feet on the ground

You sit with the angels, you don’t look at life from a perpendicular angle

Fucking with these strangers will get you strangled

I mangle amongst the murderers, rub amongst the dealers

And real niggas laughing, cause y’all...

I might option to just go back to the old giddy

When I was roam in the city with that chrome 4 fitty

So pretty, pearl handed, the blickidy blick blicky

It used to come so in handy, when situations got sticky

I’m picky and I don’t like this new generation of rap

And I am hating the fact, hate the fact that it’s whack

Slap, deliver shit at everybody come back

My niggas ready for war, y’all only ready to rap

I’m an old head, that probably used to beat up your biological

Back when they had the whiz and the...diabolical

But now I’m ready to do it, it’s me against everything

Pain is love motherfucker, hit ...

[Hook]

I feel like I’m going crazy, love me or hate me

Who’s gonna save me from myself?

When I feel like there’s no one else

When it feels like there’s no one left

To keep my feet on the ground

Going, going crazy

Feel like I’m going crazy

Cause I’m happy now, but I’m crashing down

Who’s gonna save me from myself?

To keep my feet on the ground

I don’t think I understand, how real it is out here

You know what I’m saying?

You believe these low rappers, they talking bout this glamorous lifestyle

But in the streets it’s still real, it’s still real in the streets

They don’t got bugattis and lambos and murcis

They don’t got that, they got hoopies

They still out there shooting and killing

Over ...let’s get real man, fuck it!

[Hook]

I feel like I’m going crazy, love me or hate me

Who’s gonna save me from myself?

When I feel like there’s no one else

When it feels like there’s no one left

To keep my feet on the ground

Going, going crazy

Feel like I’m going crazy

Cause I’m happy now, but I’m crashing down

Who’s gonna save me from myself?

To keep my feet on the ground.

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