Chip - This Feeling lyrics

[Hook] Turn the lights down low And let the liquor flow Maintaining this feeling Freedom is what we are seeking Oh, so far, so far, so far Our souls have been stealing So far, so far, so far What is this feeling? [Verse 1: Chip] I ain't been this high in a minute I could never hear a f**ing hook like this and not k** it Turn them lights down low, mix that but make it strong Man, these spliffs ain't working, somebody pa** me my bong Some do rap, some do grime, I'm just doing Chip (me) Everyday I pray lord, let me do it big Life's a gamble, I bet Hitler didn't picture this (no) Turning in his grave as n***as pushing German whips See me, I'm that north side n***a, you know me In this concrete jungle, I'm Mowgli Got a pen in my hand, I'm Shinobi I just wanna make it out with my homies Should I say friends cuh I'm really from the ends Started from a Golf then took it to a Benz You saw me with Chris Brown walking on water Skepta came with me cuh we do it for the ends North side, my n***a (blaow) And you know what the two letters in hard are Since "Go Down South", I might go down south And bar DVS, this one harder I'm shaked up, going harder Big up T, my barber I disappeared, but came back around With my Cs up, that's for karma, yeah AR15 [Hook] Turn the lights down low And let the liquor flow Maintaining this feeling Freedom is what we are seeking Oh, so far, so far, so far Our souls have been stealing So far, so far, so far What is this feeling? What is this feeling? What is this feeling? [Verse 2: DVS] It was all a dream, I used to only rap for my team Now I'm in rap magazines Saying that I rap supreme, tracks with kings Getting high in the back of limousines You can't be too trusting When life don't mean nothing It's funeral after funeral Another funeral, back to bussing Brixton, home of the brave hearts Though some man ain't ours Drop-top whips, when we skate past They see us, but they stay far Half the mandem are home The other half, they'll soon come out Word to [?] Looks like it's gonna be a good summer Some friends think I've forgotten If you do, then forgive me We're living better lives, n***a You was supposed to be with me I used to wonder what the Porsche for Till I put the pedal to the Porsche floor Diamonds shine on the Porsche floor Top down, 44 They ain't doing nothing I ain't listening to rappers No Buju or Kartel I ain't listening to ragga I told Chip he's getting smarter Link boss Baff by the harbour From the north side to the gaza Got the streets screaming wah nada, harder [Hook] Turn the lights down low And let the liquor flow Maintaining this feeling Freedom is what we are seeking Oh, so far, so far, so far Our souls have been stealing So far, so far, so far What is this feeling? What is this feeling? What is this feeling? [Outro] Turn the lights down low, baby We can take it slow, baby Ain't nobody needs to know What is this feeling?