Logic — Feeling Myself

[Intro] You, you, you, you, you, you, you You, you, you, you, you, you, you You, you, you, you, you, you, you You, you, you, you, you, you, you Yeah, yeah, ayo, ayo [Chorus] Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself Fresh to death bitch I'm killing myself Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself Fresh to death bitch I'm killing myself [Verse] I'm feeling arrogant, all up in your system like heroin, it’s easy Know my beats bumpin' like Yeezy "Wu Tang Forever," get the C.R.E.A.M., shit's breezy Whip out my dick, how it taste? I’m cummin' on your face, I’m a savage, your shit is average Ha, yeah, on this day, we become legendary Everything we dreamed of, bitch, I cleaned up and road out The Illest motherfuckеr on the scene, don’t bring yo' hoе out Louis on my feet, best believe I'ma show out My shit bananas, no doubt Yeah, yeah, you bet' not bring your ho out You motherfuckers ain’t got no clout Kick in the door, waving the .44 Bobby-Boy ain’t never rapped on some shit like this before Contradictin' himself on every other song I got different moods for different occasions My shit is amazing, I'm barely scratching the surface, I’m barely fucking grazing On my beat machine, dropping gems like black raisin I gotta leave the booth 'cause my homeboy's blazing I'm tryna get so high that not a fuckin' thing faze him Oh yeah, uh [Chorus] Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself Fresh to death from fucking killing myself Feelin' myself, Bobby feelin' himself Fresh to death from fucking killing myself