Feelin It

Hook expressing the feeling of being alive and certified, avoiding driving, and getting high.

You tryna drive, ion wanna drive (feeling it)

I’m getting high, caught a vibe and I’m (feeling it)

I feel alive, bitch I’m certified (feeling it)

I feel alive, bitch I’m certified (feeling it)

Gab invites others to a party, mentions activities like pouring drinks, smoking, and enjoying the night.

There’s a party tonight I think we should link up.

Let me know if you riding I’m in The Lincoln.

All the homies inside and we pouring drinks up.

Geeked up, roll the weed up, now you're thinking.

Kisses to my bitches, niggas giving dap,

People texting asking where the party at,

Ain’t nobody fighting but we cool with that,

Good god almighty thank the lord it’s Friday.

Blimes narrates the party scene, avoiding her ex, and observing peculiar behaviors of others at the party.

Gangsta party plays as gab walks in

with Molly and Mary Jane, baby she brought friends.

And if you brought ends, then you might could enjoy this

My ex is in the kitchen so i think i might avoid it.

And who’s gon talk to Chris?

I don’t wanna bother him,

but get ya man cuz he’s talking to the dog again.

What his problem is? He’s off his lid!

I bet he popped a thizz.

On the honest tip, shit I might too.

Windy the plug, let him breeze right through.

shrug when they ask how I keep so cool.

When my steeze got heat like miso soup.

Reiteration of the hook, emphasizing the feeling of being alive and certified.

You tryna drive, ion wanna drive (feeling it)

I'm getting high, caught a vibe and I’m (feeling it)

I feel alive, bitch I’m certified (feeling it)

I feel alive, bitch I’m certified (feeling it)

Blimes describes being high, squeezing into a Lyft, arriving at the party, and referencing diverse party scenarios.

High as shit, tryna squeeze five in the Lyft.

Road sodas bubblin, the whole tribe in this bitch.

When we arrive it is lit. I know yall got supplies who’s equipped?

Watch the vibe multiply when it kicks in.

Either at the function like the X & Y axis

Or on ya mattress like terrain on the atlas.

She Elvis with the pelvis: Gabby Douglas with gymnastics.

Make that bomb backflip like gas hit the matchstick. (Oh).

Gab suggests leaving the party, narrates scenes of people in various states, and expresses the desire to ride out and enjoy the night.

Okay I think it’s time to leave. He passed out in a pile of leaves,

Her whole ass out, she don’t feel that breeze?

Now where the fuck is Blimes? (I think she in the back room with that dime)

Bitches in the bathroom busting lines, that’s a bump and grind.

Give a fuck about that I’m smacked, it’s taco time.

Now let’s ride out, I need all the shits I’m gone buy it out.

(Where the function at?) let’s find out.

Pull up at the light, on the side is my kin folk,

mad drunk passing blunts out the window,

need more so we bought more indo.

Key codes to get in doors, but we in though.

Look this is how we end the night,

Thank god it’s Friday right?

Repetition of the hook, reinforcing the theme of feeling alive and certified.

You tryna drive, ion wanna drive (feeling it)

I’m getting high, caught a vibe and I’m (feeling it)

I feel alive, bitch I’m certified (feeling it)

I feel alive, bitch I’m certified (feeling it)

Bridge emphasizing letting inhibitions down, raising middle fingers, and seeking another drink.

Inhibitions down, middle fingers up x3

Inebriated now, Let me get another cup (let me get it)

Final repetition of the hook, underscoring the sense of being alive and certified.

You tryna drive, ion wanna drive (feeling it)

I’m getting high, caught a vibe and I’m (feeling it)

I feel alive, bitch I’m certified (feeling it)

I feel alive, bitch I’m certified (feeling it)