I can tell you tell you feel some type of way
Type of way
And I bet you're in a lot of pain
Lot of pain
I can tell you feel some type of way
Type of way
And I bet you're in a lot of pain
Lot of pain

Gotta be the reason why you gotta hate
Feeling sorry for you, even though I can't relate
We're not the same, nah, we're different
You won't catch me slipping
Won't sink to your level of bitching

I can tell you feel some type of way
Just by how you behave
I can tell you feel some type of way
Just by how you behave

Let me get this shit straight, aye
We've been going like a freight train
Just riding the wave, they've been stuck in the same lane
None of 'em make sense
Dick-riding, and then they start hating, all walking the fence
Don't talk like we're friends
You're two-faced, and both of 'em stupid as hell
But with that being said, you can't be feeling that well
It must be hell being one of them
Jealous and bitter people who hate themselves
Talking so much shit, they can't control themselves
Whether they're friends or they've never met
It's a coping mechanism, oh, yeah, I bet