[Intro] Yeah, yeah, A-Rod This on—this on some personal sh** right now You feel me? [Verse] Welcome to the anthology of my mind This is where everything that I've been tryna make sense rhymes, and it makes cents Cents I could use to pay rent Glad at 17 we've never paid rent I've stayed blessed not the full amount But paid enough dues just to make it out People I love either dead or alive Barely living their lives Or otherwise they don't pay no mind to me Well thats fine to me, I'm living prophecies While Trav has been working And Jharrel has been living the dream Or starting off, I know you Spanish n***a but Mazeltof Made it out the Bronx to a better a life Got your Mama sleeping smooth and well at night We got better nights Dark times we going bat crazy Yeah, it's hell at night But it's best I write to get this off my chest Saying I'm no liar, I'm on fire So if you tryna get higher better fly with me Been working all week tryna seal the cream Take the team overseas Just to see some places that they've never seen And then right when the devil grabs me I hope heaven speak [Outro] You can't fight the feeling, feeling You can't fight the feeling, no It won't stop You can't fight the feeling, the feeling You can't fight the feeling, no