Feel Myself lyrics

(Chours)

I just wanna feel myself, ah

I just wanna feel myself

I just wanna feel myself

I just

I just wanna feel myself, yeah (x2)

(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

(Pre-Chorus)

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

(Chours)

I just wanna feel myself, ah

I just wanna feel myself

I just wanna feel myself

I just

I just wanna feel myself, yeah (x2)

(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

(Pre-Chorus)

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

(Chours)

I just wanna feel myself, ah

I just wanna feel myself

I just wanna feel myself

I just

I just wanna feel myself, yeah (x2)

(Talking)

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?

(Chours)

I just wanna feel myself, ah

I just wanna feel myself

I just wanna feel myself

I just

I just wanna feel myself, yeah (x2)

• Artist:Natalia Kills
• Album:Trouble (2013)