Ahead of the release of Chris Brown’s upcoming LP Fortune, the singer tweeted out a video link to new track How I Feel. In the short biographical tune, Breezy raps that he “ain’t never gonna do no 60 Minutes interview”, while also offering up this thinly-veiled line to an ex-girlfriend who may or may not be recent duet partner Rihanna: “Yeah, you might find another lover, but you always started with Breezy like the letter B.”
Chris Brown raps about regretting his beat down of Rihanna but also expresses his anger for the public’s lack of forgiveness. He even apologized to Ri in his new song, rapping, “19 a n—a went through a tragedy / Three years a n—a just found a better me.” He is telling his life story, that he made it despite the odds…that fame has its rewards, pressures and hypocrites…but he is handling the pressures the best way he can. It’s a lonely existence being at the top, living under a microscope. Despite what anybody thinks, he is just a young man who is maturing, and he is going to make mistakes, but he is doing his best.
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Chris Brown – How I Feel lyrics
Yeah, is how I feel, right?
It's only me right? ha
It's like, ha
I was fifteen, a virginia ni**a with ambition
Young, but I envision f*ckin them bad bitches
Live my life with no regrets
I try to show respect but you don't give it,
I guess you don't understand when it might take me a life time to take it back, but it might take you a life time to know the facts yeah, just because i'm different it don't mean you distant, and if you kill a man ain't no way to bring 'em back,
Yeah, they say it's mind over matter, but what we livin' for, what really matters,
Some ni**as silver spoons just on the platter,
And other ni**as is doomed just for disaster,
All alone sleeping in my bedroom, as I wet the sheets momma gon' be dead soon Cause a man beat her, but he don't realize she imported to this family like a f*ckin' heirloom,
Yeah, a ni**a still finds his way out, record deal came a ni**a played out,
My momma livin' good, she's taking days out,
The same boy all that hard work payed out,
500 racks for a hour show, but ain't go never do no 60 minutes interview,
Cause all you wanna do is switch my words up, and all I wanna do is flip my birds up,
Kinda tipsy of that red rum murda,
I'm a singing ass ni**a know you heard of, me,
Every day my click stuntin' ni**as talking down but imma make em' put them words up,
I had said all I had to say, what else?
C**ck suckers low blowin' under my belt, yeah they hanging from the tip, they tryna get a sip, don't let them get a grip, i'm pissin' on them myself,
Nineteen, a ni**a went through a tragedy,
Three years, a ni**a just found a better me yeah, you might find another lover,
But you always started with Breezy like the letter B,
Nightmares feelin' haunted thinkin: "Do I really like this star sh*t?"
Ha, because fame ain't freedom and this diamond chain on me mean they hold you high stich,
Now I got alot of offers, telling me that the way they closing they wanna be my sponser, but when a ni**a fall off again, they'd be like: "Awful" and they gonna smile up in your face just like: awesome, great, wait,
Police and a thug can I relate,
I guess that's why this war is on drugs is the debate,
So imma keep on living my life from day to day, learn from my mistakes..