[Ryan Beatty:]
Who got the feeling?
Tell me why I cry when I feel it, tell me why
Tell me why
Who got the feeling?
Tell me why I cry when I feel it, tell me why
Tell me why

[Matt Champion:]
Phone ringing, never out, going home
Body never outgoing, put my doubts on when these walls up
Tearing at the black tie, finish adding notches to my belt loop
They say help you, I can't help you
Why I can't speak out? Is wide out, wide out
Keep it deep inside my mind, it's off kilter, off kilter
I told memory to vanish see, for that better pleasure, fuck
Time machine gon' make it better, maybe better for ya
I can't make this up, I can't take it back
Feel like a monster, feel like a dead head zombie
Feelings you don't want me, I ain't giving up
You should set if off, tell me "time's up"
Let the water run, let my body run

[Ryan Beatty:]
Who got the feeling?
Tell me why I cry when I feel it, tell me why
Tell me why
Who got the feeling?
Tell me why I cry when I feel it, tell me why
Tell me why

[Merlyn Wood:]
Since you wanna get high off a nigga
Or wanna die during sex or religion
God and pussy only know my intentions
Waking on the tour bus then I'm swimming
You'd be hurtin' if you trust me, but you isn't
Honestly, that's probably the right decision
Prick up, listen, if you wanted courage
No sleep, how real bad man wake up

[Ameer Vann:]
I found false hope, in all kinda places
Hotel rooms and temporary feelings
I put my clothes on, and try to check out
I try to hide from the sun and let it set now
Don't let God see me, I got a lot of demons
And I been sleeping with 'em
And now I'm tangled in the sheets
And sinking deeper with 'em
I'm going deeper in it, find me drowning in it

[Dom McLennon:]
They said do you make mistakes or do you make a change?
Or do you draw the line for when it's better days?
You taste the wind for when it's cold and not to kill our flame
I wonder who's to blame
They ask me "Do you make mistakes or do you make a change?
Or do you draw the line for when it's better days?"
We taste the wind for when it's cold and not to kill our flame
I wonder who's to blame

[Ryan Beatty:]
Who got the feeling?
Tell me why I cry when I feel it, tell me why
Tell me why
Who got the feeling?
Tell me why I cry when I feel it, tell me why
Tell me why

[Joba:]
Everything I have (is a mirror)
And everywhere I stay (isn't solid ground)
People don't make sense (to me anymore)
Had it now, I guess
Trying to figure it out
Trying to figure it out
I'm trying to figure it out

I've got my best Port shirt on for a pretty sky
All for [?]
I've got my passport
Sure, all for a pretty sky
I've got my best Port shirt on for a pretty sky
All for [?]
I've got my passport
Sure, all for a pretty sky

Tell me why
Tell me why