Feelin’ Like

Lyrics

[Intro: Thomas Iannucci] Mmm, mmm, mmm Ah, ah, ah, yeah Thomas Iannucci I'm out here in Hawaii chillin' bro I guess I'm up first Check it [Verse 1: Thomas Iannucci] Can't believe the way that it all works I was just a young boy comin' up in church and Feelin' like a jerk 'cause I'm dealin' with the hurt 'Cause I could never fit in with the way things were Then I heard God, He told me the whole plan Said if I hold on, do it with both hands If I make you wait, brother, it's for a reason So pick up what I'm teachin' and you'll make it through the season What a plot twist, look at where I'm at Rapzilla Freshman, put Hawaii on the map Even when I had to scrap for the scraps, I would laugh 'Cause I knew with that Him, even I could relax God's so good, and my brother, that's facts Said He paid it all, so I never chase stacks And I never wear a hat 'cause I keep it no cap So believe me when I tell you When you get to where I'm at, He'll have you feelin' like [Chorus: A.I. The Anomaly] Ayy, like the birds fly high Ever felt that freedom, bring your hands to the sky Ayy, like the grace on my life Hands to the ceilin', got you feelin' so right, like Ayy, you ever felt like that? You could feel the freedom, bring the feeling right back, like Ayy, got me feelin' like (Feelin' like, ayy) Feelin' like (Ayy), feelin' like [Verse 2: A.I. The Anomaly] I look up in the sky and imagine I reside Where the eagle wings fly, I'm on pilot with the thrive Take flight like a dove, feel the wind when I dive I should be dead in my sin, but in Him, I'm alive Got my hubby and my kids, and for them, I will grind 'Til He dim all my lights down, shine like a lighthouse Hustle in the night, I will wake up, go again 'Til I win, give it all that I got that's in my power I'm feelin' like I felt (Yeah) when I first laid my eyes on my son My beautiful one (Yeah) Then my daughter came And I'm just not the same I'm feelin' like when my hubby gave me the ring And he told me, "Life, it ain't no other way" Hand in hand, baby we got better days I chose to be loved, what a precious thing When I look at my fam, I'm feelin' like (I'm feelin' like) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy I'm feelin' like, yeah Got me feelin' like Got me feelin' like [Chorus: A.I. The Anomaly & J. Crum] Ayy, like the birds fly high Ever felt that freedom, bring your hands to the sky Ayy, like the grace on my life Hands to the ceilin', got you feelin' so right, like Ayy, you ever felt like that? You could feel the freedom, bring the feeling right back, like Ayy, got me feelin' like (Feelin' like, ayy) Feelin' like (Ayy), feelin' like (Woah) [Verse 3: J. Crum] Oh, this feelin' like home-cooked breakfast (Uh-huh) My wifey keep me runnin' back like Jerome Bettis This be my domestic bliss, got no need to embellish (No, no) [?][3:21] with the kids, ain't no thing you could tell us (Nah, nah) Build that body, put my weight up on the block, yeah, yeah With my family, we gon' make it to the top, yeah, yeah Made investments, now I'm risin' up my stock, yeah, yeah Perfect combination, yeah, we keep it locked, yeah, yeah Gotta get it for my partners, we divide the pie (Yeah, yeah) No double-vision on the court, we seein' eye-to-eye (Yeah, yeah) If you don't score, I'll get the boys, no, we don't die, we rise (No, no, hold up) No compromise, it's the God that makes us qualified, yeah (Uh) Yeah, you know that's why I'm givin' kid amnesia (Woah) Like they forget about that pain in rainy seasons (Yeah, yeah) That warm embrace, it causes gauze like Costa Rica (Hold up, hold up, hold up) That patient speak, they goin', "Help me find a tica" (Let's go, let's go) At times, I'm less than decent, relishing in my achievements (Uh-uh, uh-uh) Selfish in our disagreements, [?] my allegiance, yeah But you know our love don't come with no conditions, babe You and I will always come before these compositions, babe, yeah [Outro: J. Crum] Ayy, ayy, like them birds, fly high, uh (Fly high, hold up) Ever felt that freedom, put them hands to the sky, like (Put 'em up, uh) Ayy, like the grace in my life (Uh-huh) Hands to the ceilin', got you feelin' so right, like (Hold on, wait) Boy, she killed that hook, bro, haha