Feel Myself
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Feel Myself
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I just wanna feel myself
I, I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just- I just wanna feel myself yeah
I just wanna feel myself
I- I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just, I just wanna feel myself yeah
Rich boy, manners
Champagne glasses
Eight ball habits
Eighteen carats
Checkbook, cash it
Poodles, lavish
Bouquettes
Bitches I just wanna feel myself for a minute
I wanna guy who can climb like Everest
Got etiquette, real thoroughbread
He don't gotta be the cleverest
Hips and lips and unintelligent
(Get out)
Telling me I dress too loud
(Get out)
Got too many shoes to kill
(Get out)
Saying we should split that check
If you ain't got dime then it's time to jet
I just wanna feel myself
I- I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just- I just wanna feel myself yeah
I just wanna feel myself
I- I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just- I just wanna feel myself yeah
(Hahaha)
First class, fancy
Monogram, matching
Suit up, got a crewcut
Light the room up, gatsby
I wanna guy with rich boy standards
Hamptons, hampson want it have it
Pick me up at eigth with eighteen flowers
Bogari box back home at the mannor
Love me more than your eight ball habit
Forclose the pussy when you close that bar
Penthouse pavement, poor girl panic
(Ah what do you mean there's no more diamonds?)
Love me more than your eight ball habit
(Get out)
Telling me I dress too loud
(Get out)
Got too many shoes to kill
(Get out)
Saying we should split that check
If you ain't got dime then it's time to jet
I just wanna feel myself
I- I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just- I just wanna feel myself yeah
I just wanna feel myself
I- I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just- I just wanna feel myself yeah
Okay, this is the bit where I talk about myself, right?
So after my daddy had got uhm- you know, lost everything and got locked up for a while
I was fourteen 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 had moved to hollywood to be a big star, and ended up living in these motels
On uh Sunset Boulevard, you know thirty dollars a night, really run-down
And I would go to these cloting stores at the weekends and try on these beautiful clothes
Wearing things that I couldn't ever 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?
I just wanna feel myself
I- I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just- I just wanna feel myself yeah
I just wanna feel myself
I- I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just- I just wanna feel myself yeah
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Who performs "Feel Myself"?
Natalia Kills performs "Feel Myself", and this lyric page sits inside the Natalia Kills catalog on LyroVerse.
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