I know, I know what's real so keep it a thousand, ahh In the field, swervin' in that Audi Fuck your feelings, fuck whoever doubt it Told the plug ain't no need to count it I know, I know what's real, I know you in the field I know, you say you drill, I

I feel like history on the turntables Old school to new school Like nothing ever been realer On the history of the turntables I'm the mystery of what's inside the speaker cables I'm Nina Simone in the park, and Harlem in the dark I'm the musical to the

Oo, I go by feel Hey, I go by feel. Down in Mississippi, I knew a blind man. This is what he told me, when I tried to lend a hand. I go by feel, yes, I go by feel. The only way I know what's real, I go by feel. People always ask me about the blues I

Slipping through my fingers all the time Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile I try to capture every minute The feeling in it Do I really see what's in her mind Each time I think I'm close to knowing She keeps on growing Schoolbag in hand, she

And I don't know what to feel Birds will sing if we fall Midnight dust on the floor Watch it turn into gold And I don't even know what's real I'm the truth in disguise, I'm in love with your lies 'Cause I can't breath, can't settle down No I don't know

Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute The feeling in it Do I really see what's in her mind Each time I think I'm close to knowing She keeps on growing Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning Waving goodbye

I've seen through the shading And down to what's within Reaching you will feel me Lost and alone You said I was what you were looking for So why do I feel so empty And it seemed so real Pulled from my grasp taken away Am I nothing in your eyes

I got what you need when you feelin' lonely (Yeah) Said she scared to pop a pill Girl you know what's the deal when you're hangin' with me Tryna see if you for real I heard you talk the talk but will you take these Addys with me? And you know I'm poppin'

Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye stepped up in this piece Bust my Glock to insure that all you niggas rest in peace Yo what's your name young blood What they call you? I got, I got James, Jimmy, alright, Dean Yo I've been feeling that real JD swag lately Uh,

What is the feelin' takin' over? Thinkin' no one could open my door Surprise, It's time To feel what's real What happened to Miss Independent? No more the need to be defensive Goodbye, old you When love is true Miss independent