Styles Of Beyond - Don't Feel Bad lyrics

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Don't Feel Bad / Styles Of Beyond[Intro: sample (RZA)]Don't feel bad (I can never)Don't feel badDon't feel bad (nigga, nigga, don't)Don't feel bad (dighead)[Ryu]If you got to chew food on one side of your mouthCuz you got a bad tooth and no cash to pull it outDon't feel bad, if the bank close your accountAnd you sleeping on a piss stained fold out couchDon't feel bad, if you don't got the credit to buy itPut it in your girl's name and then promise she can drive itVerizon and Sprint still tripping, I'm targetCuz I ain't pay the bill since Clinton was in office[Chorus: sample (RZA)]Don't feel bad (when life's on your shoulder)Don't feel bad (as these days get colder)Don't feel bad (everyday we get older)Don't feel bad (nigga please)[Tak]It's hard enough to try to make another dollar stretchI might as well just grab a shovel, dig myself a ditchAnd bury all my worries with a penny and a tin cupStarve til I'm skinny, and invested in a limp bushDamn, a mascot crowded by the darknessAlmost stole my laptop right out of my apartmentI had to do a show on the very same dayWhat if it ain't luck, all my friends seem to say is[Chorus][Ryu]If your chain ain't platinum but you got it for six bucksIt came with a cross and a plastic pimp cupDon't feel bad because your rims don't spinIf they ever get jacked, well then the joke's on themRZA put the track, and we cooking up a classicTook it to Staten, said 'I'm looking for The Abbott'Don't feel bad but it's a rap for you faggotsI got to lick a shot for the Ol' Dirty Bastard[Tak]I traveled in the wind, on a horse and a cabLanded in Berlin and then lost all my bagsThinking this is hell, then they hit me with the bomberHad to go to TRL with slippers and pajamasGotta be bad timing, it's all absurdSo pour me some Jack, mama, to calm my nervesIt's like I don't have a choice or second opinionAnd all I hear is a voice, on record skipping, saying[Chorus II: sample (RZA)]Don't feel bad (when the world try to trap you)Don't feel bad (and these niggas try to zap you)Don't feel bad (and put you all in the capsule)Don't feel bad (bodo, read the book -- yo)[RZA]I can never feel bad, I'm the prince of suspenseDigi Tech, I stole Christmas from the GrinchBugs Bunny money, you Jack Club McClumsyYou best to bungie, more coach than Tony DungyHow land in cold feet, the way we hold heatLike forty fat bitches wrapped up in gold sheetsWith fabrics and quilt, I'm masculine builtOne seem by your dame, put her brain on tiltThis is your brain on drugs, this is slang on drugsBob Digi (bodododo), it's Wu-Tang on drugsB to the O, to the B-B-Y, D-I to the G-I-T-A-LYou Al Bundy dummy, I'm California sunnyAnd these snow bunnies love me, cuz my dick drips honeyMy tongue spits syrup, make these hummingbirds chirpTwo guns on my side, bust shots like Wyatt EarpNo green eggs and ham, we don't eat SpamMy girl rock pearls, but I don't eat clamsGet scrooge like Ebenezer, run hoods like Black CaesarBeen accepted around the world in more spots than VisaYeah, that's something right there, repo man, keep it going[Chorus][Outro: sample]Don't feel bad (4X)