What′s the plan, how you feel about this?
I don't know but I′m just tryna f*ckin' figure out if
I'm making it, or making garbage, how you feel about this?
But I don′t actually give a f*ck I′m never gonna give in, yuh
What's the plan, how you feel about this?
I don′t know but I'm just tryna f*ckin′ figure out if
I'm making it, or making garbage, how you feel about this?
But I don′t actually give a f*ck I'm never gonna give in, yuh
Welcome back, I'm making albums, it′s a habit so I′m back again
About that time I waited a bit to make one again
I cut off some friends, delivered to a different address
So let me dismiss some sh*t about this boy
He's a rapping machine, the flow of a damn Apache, yuh
I′m writing the paper to make what I'm making depending on when I be taking the flow
But I spit and I spit about picking the poets apart with the rapping
I′m coming up with a bad thing, I said you were good I was acting, yuh
(You f*cking suck)
First you make a track and they call you trash
Then you work all f*ckin' day and night to master your craft
Then you make another album, so you start to grow fast
Then the ones who hated coming back like "this where it′s at"
Coming up, it ain't the easiest, what am I doing about it?
Everything into the beat and its lyrics embedded I founded
Running it back when I couldn't pack, this sh*t and I have to pass
Rappers who packing the facts who rappity-rap
But I ain′t impressed I won′t ever react
What's the plan, how you feel about this?
I don′t know but I'm just tryna f*ckin′ figure out if
I'm making it, or making garbage, how you feel about this?
But I don′t actually give a f*ck I'm never gonna give in, yuh
What's the plan, how you feel about this?
I don′t know but I′m just tryna f*ckin' figure out if
I′m making it, or making garbage, how you feel about this?
But I don't actually give a f*ck I′m never gonna give in, yuh
So when I'm back, I′m practicing to pass the masses and my self esteem
Inadvertently I'm rapping 'bout my green that I ain′t making
But my fit is clean, I′m with the team
I'm making me so happy see then I don′t have worry
I'm in turn out here living the dream
I know you′re nine to five, but I know how that feels
So that's why imma work that ten to twelve, so I don′t make that real
I never sleep, I never eat, but soon that's all that I'll do
You all will know my name so me, I won′t have to introduce, uh
My pants all used to have these holes in the knees
But now I got the fans I got the plans, I′m wearing Supreme
Apparently I'm making cream so I should help family
But just like you they won′t accept me so I live selfishly
I guess I ain't living the dream, uh
But I be the one who be seeing the audience
Everybody, jumping up and I be making ′em scream, uh
Tell the f*ckin' haters I made it now
I would say go and tell them for me but they out in the crowd
What′s the plan, how you feel about this?
I don't know but I'm just tryna f*ckin′ figure out if
I′m making it, or making garbage, how you feel about this?
But I don't actually give a f*ck I′m never gonna give in, yuh
What's the plan, how you feel about this?
I don′t know but I'm just tryna f*ckin′ figure out if
I'm making it, or making garbage, how you feel about this?
But I don't actually give a f*ck I′m never gonna give in, yuh
The lyrics of Andiroo's song "How You Feel" reflect the artist's inner conflict about his own creative output and success in the music industry. He questions whether he is making something valuable or just garbage and how others see it. However, he admits that he doesn't truly care about other people's opinions and will never give up on his dream. He describes the hard work and sacrifices he has made to pursue his passion and the validation he seeks from his fans. He also acknowledges the selfish side of his career and the fact that success has not necessarily brought him happiness. The song is a reflection of the struggles and doubts that many artists face in their journey towards realization and recognition.
What's the plan, how you feel about this?
Asking for opinions on the situation at hand
I don't know but I'm just tryna f*cking figure out if
Uncertainty about whether the current work is worthy enough
I'm making it, or making garbage, how you feel about this?
Doubting one's own work and seeking validation
But I don't actually give a f*ck I'm never gonna give in, yuh
Determined attitude and not giving up no matter what
Welcome back, I'm making albums, it's a habit so I'm back again
Returning to making music after a brief break
About that time I waited a bit to make one again
Taking a break and waiting for the right time to create music again
I cut off some friends, delivered to a different address
Sacrificing social life to focus entirely on creating music
So let me dismiss some sh*t about this boy
Ignoring haters and negative comments
He's a rapping machine, the flow of a damn Apache, yuh
Praising oneself and their unique style
I'm writing the paper to make what I'm making depending on when I be taking the flow
Explaining the process of creating music based on inspiration and the flow of creativity
But I spit and I spit about picking the poets apart with the rapping
Boasting about one's lyrical ability
I'm coming up with a bad thing, I said you were good I was acting, yuh
Confession about pretending to support others when they weren't actually good
(You f*cking suck)
Mocking the haters who criticize one's work
First you make a track and they call you trash
The initial struggle and rejection faced by new artists
Then you work all f*cking day and night to master your craft
The hard work and dedication required to improve and grow as an artist
Then you make another album, so you start to grow fast
The recognition and success achieved after consistent hard work and improvement
Then the ones who hated coming back like 'this where it's at'
The haters turning into fans after seeing the success
Coming up, it ain't the easiest, what am I doing about it?
Acknowledging the difficulty of making it big in the music industry
Everything into the beat and its lyrics embedded I founded
The passion and dedication invested in creating meaningful music
Running it back when I couldn't pack, this sh*t and I have to pass
Referring to practicing and perfecting the art of rapping
Rappers who packing the facts who rappity-rap
Comparing oneself to other rappers and their styles
But I ain't impressed I won't ever react
Staying true to oneself and not getting affected by others' opinions
So when I'm back, I'm practicing to pass the masses and my self-esteem
Striving to impress the audience and boost one's self-esteem through hard work
Inadvertently I'm rapping 'bout my green that I ain't making
The pressure to make money through music
But my fit is clean, I'm with the team
Being proud of one's appearance and belonging to a group
I'm making me so happy see then I don't have worry
Finding happiness and satisfaction through music
I'm in turn out here living the dream
Realizing the dream of making music and being successful
I know you're nine to five, but I know how that feels
Acknowledging the struggles of a regular job
So that's why imma work that ten to twelve, so I don't make that real
Working harder than a regular job to achieve success
I never sleep, I never eat, but soon that's all that I'll do
The exhaustion and sacrifice required to make it big in the music industry
You all will know my name so me, I won't have to introduce, uh
Becoming a well-known and established artist
My pants all used to have these holes in the knees
Reflecting on humble beginnings and difficulties faced earlier in life
But now I got the fans I got the plans, I'm wearing Supreme
Enjoying the fruits of success and being able to afford luxury clothing
Apparently I'm making cream so I should help family
Feeling responsible to financially support loved ones
But just like you they won't accept me so I live selfishly
Disappointed by the lack of support from family despite success
I guess I ain't living the dream, uh
Feeling unfulfilled despite success due to personal issues
But I be the one who be seeing the audience
Acknowledging the support and admiration from fans
Everybody, jumping up and I be making ′em scream, uh
The satisfaction of entertaining and energizing the audience
Tell the f*cking haters I made it now
Taunting the haters who once criticized the artist
I would say go and tell them for me but they out in the crowd
The haters are now fans and part of the audience
Writer(s): Andrew Baker Contributed by Lincoln B. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
