Letras Feel It - Ferry Corsten

Feel It

Sometimes, sometimes you just know\nYou just know, that’s all\nI can feel it comin' in the air tonight, hold on\nI’ve been waitin' for this moment for all my life\nHold on, hold on\nThe best of you all niggas remind me of myself when I was younger\nWhen it was hunger that stopped the nigga from goin' under\nAnd you wonder, why I pat you on your head, smile\nLook in your eyes and thank the Lord for my child\nMeanwhile, somethin' I gotta show you and I hope you can take it\nGonna leave you in the desert, and I hope that you make it\nGotta put you on your ass to see what it does to you\nWhen you stand up an see that I’m just showin' love to you\nOther niggas would put a slug through you, over your ends\nCaps I fucked with are real, but hey those are your friends\nIt’s just what you got comin' sometimes you don’t know\nWhat you askin' for, did you ask for more?\nShould the casket door swing here, it is done\nAn thought you was a killer, you swore you’d never run\nNigga died with his gun still up in the holster\nIt is comin' in the air, yeah it’s getting' closer\nI can feel it comin' in the air tonight, hold on\nI’ve been waitin' for this moment for all my life\nHold on, hold on\nI see life through many shades of grays and blacks\nI could take that an hit 'em with the blazin' tracks\nWhen I make that you fake cats have violent dreams\nTakes another dog to be able to hear my silent screams\nThe devil got a hold on me an he won’t let go\nI can feel the Lord pullin' but he movin' dead slow\nLet them know that amidst all this confusion\nSome of us may do the winnin'\nBut we all do the losin' it’s just who does the choosin'\nEasy goin' up or down what have you been provin'?\nJus' that you were fuckin' ground\nBitch seen the bullshit, but never spoke on it\nAnd I know that deep down you really don’t want it\nI would’ve traded the chance of bein' the child with a father\nMovin' talent and bein' able to survive when it’s harder\nMy balance on the high beams of life, keep my dreams in strife\nThat’s why I hit these motherfuckin' streets at night\nCome on\nI can feel it comin' in the air tonight, hold on\nI’ve been waitin' for this moment for all my life\nHold on, hold on\nThere’s a lotta shit that I let slide, 'cuz it’s outta my hands\nLotta niggas I let ride, but it’s not in my plans\nAn a lot of my mans is not seein' through the fog\nFamilies by the truckload, feedin' them to the morgue\nFull moon, aro, the howlin', err and growlin', shh, an prowlin'\nDon’t know love, can’t show love\nThat means you gonna need more love\nThan on old thug, but hold up, roll up\nTalkin' out the side of your mouth is what’s gonna let niggas know\nWhy you bad in your house, when they lie up to your spouse\nTold her it was suicide\nBut you an I both knew the truth, for we’d never die\nListen nigga, if you scared, get a dog, but be prepared, for the mob\n'Cuz you dead up in the fog, an that’s your head by the log\nI can smell it in the air, I can tell when it’s there\nThis is hell an we both here, can you feel it? Tell me yeah\nI can feel it comin' in the air tonight, hold on\nI’ve been waitin' for this moment for all my life\nHold on, hold on\nArf, arf\nHaha\nAro, aro\nWhoo, whoo, whoo