text: Feel the moment
  But think what youve forgotten
  God and gotten rotten 
  Just remembered a thought or two about it
  You aint bout it
  If only youd allow it 
  Louder, scream it louder
  I cant hear you! Louder!
  I hate crowded rooms, Im a little claustrophobic
  Thats why I let my feelings out it in the open
  I dont like to hold them in
  Hate how its been an hour
  Im an hour clerk, I just count the time fly by
  While Im sitting in my math class
  Man I hate class, but I still have it
  Aint that ironic?
  Girl, I got it going on, I got it going on
  Whats the 411? Whats the 411?
  I got it going on, I got it going on
  Whats the 411? Whats the 411?
  Girl, I got it going on, I got it going on
  Whats the 411? Whats the 411 hun?
  You wont feel me til everybody say they love you
  But its not love, bring it down an octave
  Cause youre just another kid that the crew can get rid of
  They say be quiet and stay silent
  But you just staying loud, keeping proud
  Cause you were taught that they were born to listen
  And that you were born to fix up all the broken niggas
  Bitching on the second level
  Who are you to try? These niggas lost their lives?
  Well, I just thought Id offer one
  You wont feel me till one of your ex girls gets knocked up
  She says she took a step but he took it further
  Thinks he aint mean to hurt her, she says shes certain
  But now its been a month, so now she has her doubts
  Yeah she has her doubts and you have your doubts
  Cause you warned her bout the route shes taking
  See you always have advice, so you always giving
  But they dont ever listen, they just pat you on your back
  And say they "feel you", nigga
  Ive been fading too long
  Ive been fading too long
  Why wont it stop? The ride
  Why wont it stop? The ride
  You wont feel me til youre at your mothers funeral
  And youre the only one not crying
  Cause you cant get it through your head that she passed on
  Yeah, shes really gone, no, shes really gone
  But you just dont believe it, you think they got it wrong
  You wont know me till your friends
  Start laughing at you like some damn Hyenas
  Reminds you of Selena back in eighth grade
  When she said that, "Youre doing wrong,"
  That, "You need to change"
  "Life is not a fairy tale, it aint no fucking game."
  Youre gonna hate me, I swear, youre gonna hate me
  When you catch kids sipping Pinnacle during missionary
  Meanwhile, you bringing dead energy to a cemetary
  Searching for your mothers grave
  Crying yourself to sleep at night, cause you aint got it right
  You aint even write a letter to say bye or nothing like
  Your Dad fucking hates you, Mamas outta songs
  Grandpa pays the bills and you always feel alone
  So, "Whats good at home? Whats good at home?"
  If you keep on X and Oing, keep on telling lies cuz
  "I feel you", nigga, I feel you
  "Whats good at home? Whats good at home?"
  If you keep on X and Oing, keep on telling lies cuz
  "I feel you", nigga, I feel you
  Yeah, yeah—I feel you
  Yeah, yeah—I feel you
  Yeah, yeah—I feel you
  Feel the moment
  But think what youve forgotten
  God and gotten rotten 
  Just remembered a thought or two about it
  You aint bout it
  If only youd allow it 
  Louder, scream it louder
  I cant hear you! Louder!
  Been an hour, Im an hour clerk
  I just watch the time fly by
  Sitting in my math class, man I hate class
  Aint that ironic?