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Feel Myself

 

Feel Myself


[Chorus:]
I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself

[Verse:]
Rich boy manners
Champagne glasses
8 ball habits
18 karats
Check book, cash it
Puddles, lavish
Broken bitches
I just wanna feel myself for a minute

I want a guy I can climb like Everest
God etiquette, real therapy
He don't gotta be to cleverest
Hips and lips, intelligent

[Bridge:]
You telling me I dress too loud
Got too many shoes too count
Saying we should split the check
If you ain't got diamonds then it's time to jet
'Cause

[Chorus:]
I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself

[Verse:]
First class, fancy
Monogram, matching
Suit up, got a crew cup
Like the room up, gets me
I want a guy with a rich boy standards
Handsome, has it, want it, have it
Pick me up at 8 with 18 flowers
Bulgari box back home at the manor
Love you more than your 8 ball habit
Foreclose the pussy when you close that bar
Penthouse pavement poor girl panic
[screaming] (what do you mean there are no more diamonds?)
Love you more than your 8 ball habit

[Bridge:]
You telling me I dress too loud
Got too many shoes too count
Saying we should split the check
If you ain't got diamonds then it's time to jet
'Cause

[Chorus:]
I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself

Ok this is the part where I talk about myself right?
So after my daddy got uhmm you know [?] lost everything
Got locked up for a while
I was 14 and I decided you know [?] I was gonna leave home
And be a [?] a somebody or whatever
And uhm [?] like numerous failed attempts
Bad TV shows, bad record deal, bad everything
And I have moved to Hollywood to be a big star
And ended up living in these motels
On sunset boulevard you know 30 dollars a night really run down
And I would go to these clothing stores at the weekends
To try out these beautiful clothes things I could never afford
Practicing for when I was gonna be rich
You know bad boyfriend, no money, no life
And suddenly it hit me
What the fuck am I doing with my life?

[Chorus:]
I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself

hecho

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