I can feel the bass, I can feel the bass
I don’t feel a thing

Uh, uh
Cloud 9, hello earthlings
From another planet, Birthplace
Distorted, distorted records
Get put in place, I’m about the bank
[Pre-Chorus 2]
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Out your mouth or even worth saying
Like if I’ma be top ten, mine’s better be the first name
Jakes, word to Pastor Ma$e and Kirk Franklin Word to T.D.
Distorted records, distorted records
Ex used to stay with bad ‘tings

I don’t feel a thing
Flacko out here causing earthquakes
Little niggas is my offsprings
(Yeah I’m faded, yeah I’m shaded)
I can feel the bass, I can see the fakes
I guess that’s why I’m leaving turd stains

All they listened to was bird things
I can feel the bass
Foreign hoes got the fur brains
My girl never liked the bad brains
[Intro]
I don’t feel a thing
[Chorus]
Big body make the floor break
Our newest president an asshole
They deserve a niggas, first name, middle name, third name
Everything I do ground breaking
[Verse]
First things first, I done heard the worst things
Distorted, distorted records
Distorted records
Big bass make the world shake

Distorted, distorted records
Distorted, distorted records
Comma, dollar signs, I’m about my Franklins
Get the fuck up out my face, bitch
From the ceiling to the basement
I can feel the bass
Distorted, distorted records

[Chorus]
Distorted records