How Are You Feeling?

[Refrain: j. sula]
How are you feeling?
How are you feeling?
How are you feeling tonight?

[Verse 1: j. sula]
Well, I'm feeling like I wanna go take a flight to Rome
Long way from home, Colosseum
Straight to the top, I'll look down then jump off
On the way down, I'll prolly think
I'm on the brink, but I didn't need
To take that leap, I was on the beach
I was in the trees, now I see
Time passing, my eyes flashing
Acting like I'm not a stand-in
Secrets in my mattress
I rise up, I'm at peace
I sleep, next I'm laughing
My dreams always taxing, I'm axing me

[Verse 2: j. sula]
Every time I close my eyes
What I'm seeing, no surprise
I can't lie to you, dawg
Self-esteem ain't very high with you, dawg
I just wanna take a ride with you, dawg
But I'm thinking who's inside with you, dawg?
And that's no fun
I can't wallow in it, have to run
Get to healing 'fore I pack my gun

[Verse 3: Jonny Farias]
Why do I feel like I'm stuck in a ruse?
Running on fumes (ahhhh)
Shouting, but feel like the smallest one in the room
Covered but nude
Flustered, confused
On a journey to end up at the roots
Hoping these verses mean something to you
They bet on me, give refunds to the few
Feel the Hudson what I’m jumping into
I think the answers in my blind spot
Hard knocks make a fine song
Make a fine tune, have it fine-tuned
Now it’s backing your pine box
In the clouds, with the wind like bygones
Wonderin’ what hills I should die on
I think I’m on the road to Zion
Maybe I’m wrong, don’t deny, God

[Chorus: j. sula]
Life could be anything that I could dream (I just)
I gotta open my lungs up and breathe

[Verse 4: j. sula]
Feeling my sinning finally catching up
Spitting my venom when the thoughts pass me
Super sentimental thinking 'bout that action
Incidental, said it, I was packing
Went to mental health 'cause I was lacking
Holy Spirit felt like He not backing
Thought I made it out the pit, I'm back in
But that mindfulness is really practice 'cause
Life is challenging, but I can manage
Breeze on my back feeling like advantage
Lifting weights to shoulder up my planet
Damn it, battling has left me damaged
Burdens on my soul, I'm chained to 'em
Praying to Him, really not the same human
Stay foolish, same uses, same bullshit, cuz

[Bridge: j. sula]
I'm trying my hardest
But pain makes for better artists
And don't even get me started
Still I'ma walk on by regardless
Think I'm straining out my muscles
Baby, lately, in and out of trouble
Can't lie, had my feathers ruffled
Look to God, I'm just being trustful, yah yah

[Verse 5: Jonny Farias]
Battles fought make me feel like a veteran
Off the mic, all the time I be reticent
Hurdles in my path, try looking ahead of ‘em
Run the rat race and go All-American
Nah for real, everything’s all American
Nowadays, I just sigh at the rhetoric
Y'all take way too much pride in your ignorance
While I wonder if my pain’s legitimate
Why am I tentative?
Clearing my head up in Boston
Negative wants been messed with my noggin
Need space, I’m left with the margins
Snail’s pace, I’m progressing with caution
Season of grieving, penned with nostalgia
Meddling thoughts of being dead in a coffin
And post-mortem
Will they love these verses as I wrote ‘em?
You think I’m anointed, I feel disappointed
Start postponin’, I feel I annoy ‘em
Just wanna avoid it, demons want iso
Need be no idle, need me no idols
Need me a high roll
Shake the die, shake the death
Pay the price, pay your debts
Pay the tithes, pay your rent
Paid with time in the flesh
Where the light when it’s dim? (woe, woe, woe, woe)
Uh, no oil in my lamp
I poured in the max, I war but don't have
I foiled all my plans, dug holes in the sand
I'm feeling for real like my toil is in vain
If my noise gets complaints, I ain't walking it back
I know where I stand, but don’t know who I am
I know where I am, can’t let go of the past
I admit it
I cannot lie 'bout that feeling, I miss it
Fifteen, not trippin’ bout shots I was brickin'
Skimming and skimming for any enrichment
Every limit I resisted
Head keeps spinning
Not enough muscle for heavy lifting
Done out of love but the plates is slimming
Peter Luger, dude, the stakes is different
But mannon ain’t manna
There’s my own meaning to scavenge
Was lions and bears that I scrapped with
And they keep on asking
I drop like A-Tisket, A-Tasket
Don’t catch it then chase me after (chaos, chaos, chaos)
Bienvenidos a los peaks and valleys
Where fleeting happiness is feast or famine
Shed my hair, I mourned what was
Now the growth, the growth is what keeps me active

[Refrain: j. sula]
How are you feeling?
How are you feeling?
How are you feeling tonight?