Natalia KillsFeel Myself

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 8 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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