Lyrics to Ridiculouz
Can you feel the light? Can you feel the light?
Do you— can you feel the light? Can you feel the— like me (Gyant)
Can you feel the light? Can you feel the light?
Do you— can you feel the light? Can you feel the— like me
My mind so reckless, it's so rigid, rigid, rigid, rigid
My mind so reckless, rigid
Boombap, rockstar rap, mix it
The haters on my jock, but I dig it
They see me as the golden ticket
I'm shooting my shot, no hitch in it
I'm in New York where the Knicks is at
Got this Europe model, I'm dicking it
My life is so ridiculous
My swag don't match with the ratings
I'm just a man in this world, no Peyton
I make art, verbal painting
All I know is God, fuck Satan
Man, I hate the rap game, but I'ma take it
I'm the best in the world, you is mistaken
It's called talent, it's called entertaining
I'm tired of these rappers' bitch-ass complaining
I'm spitting bars like this my last breath
These rappers be so foul, I call the fucking ref
I know I'm the best rapper until death
I eat too much sugar, gotta take care of my health
My mind so reckless, rigid
Boombap, rockstar rap, mix it
The haters on my jock, but I dig it
They see me as the golden ticket
I'm shooting my shot, no hitch in it
I'm in New York where the Knicks is at
Got this Europe model, I'm dicking it
My life is so ridiculous
Can you feel the— can you feel the— can you feel the light?
Do you— can you feel the— can you feel the— can you feel the— like me
Can you feel the— can you feel the— can you feel the light?
Do you— can you feel the— can you feel the— can you feel the— like me
Can you feel the light? Can you feel the light?
Do you— can you feel the light? Can you feel the— like me
Do you— can you feel the light? Can you feel the— like me (Gyant)
Can you feel the light? Can you feel the light?
Do you— can you feel the light? Can you feel the— like me
My mind so reckless, it's so rigid, rigid, rigid, rigid
My mind so reckless, rigid
Boombap, rockstar rap, mix it
The haters on my jock, but I dig it
They see me as the golden ticket
I'm shooting my shot, no hitch in it
I'm in New York where the Knicks is at
Got this Europe model, I'm dicking it
My life is so ridiculous
My swag don't match with the ratings
I'm just a man in this world, no Peyton
I make art, verbal painting
All I know is God, fuck Satan
Man, I hate the rap game, but I'ma take it
I'm the best in the world, you is mistaken
It's called talent, it's called entertaining
I'm tired of these rappers' bitch-ass complaining
I'm spitting bars like this my last breath
These rappers be so foul, I call the fucking ref
I know I'm the best rapper until death
I eat too much sugar, gotta take care of my health
My mind so reckless, rigid
Boombap, rockstar rap, mix it
The haters on my jock, but I dig it
They see me as the golden ticket
I'm shooting my shot, no hitch in it
I'm in New York where the Knicks is at
Got this Europe model, I'm dicking it
My life is so ridiculous
Can you feel the— can you feel the— can you feel the light?
Do you— can you feel the— can you feel the— can you feel the— like me
Can you feel the— can you feel the— can you feel the light?
Do you— can you feel the— can you feel the— can you feel the— like me
Can you feel the light? Can you feel the light?
Do you— can you feel the light? Can you feel the— like me
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