Feel Myself Lyrics

Natalia Kills

I just wanna feel myself [x8]

Rich boy manners
Champagne glasses
Eight ball habits
Eighteen 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 too cleverest
Hips and lips, intelligent

(Get out!)
You telling me I dress too loud
(Get out!)
Got too many shoes to count
(Get out!)
Saying we should split the check
If you ain't got diamonds then it's time to jet
'Cause

I just wanna feel myself [x8]

First class, fancy
Monogrammed, matching,
Suit up, got a crew cut, light the room up Gatsby
I want a guy with rich boy standards
Hamptons handsome, want it, have it
Pick me up at 8 with 18 flowers
Bulgari box back home at the manor
Love you more than your eight ball habit
Foreclose the pussy when you close that bar
Penthouse pavement poor girl panic
Aaaah! What do you mean there's no more diamonds?
Love you more than your eight ball habit

(Get out!)
You telling me I dress too loud
(Get out!)
Got too many shoes to count
(Get out!)
Saying we should split the check
If you ain't got diamonds then it's time to jet
'Cause

I just wanna feel myself [x8]

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 had 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?

I just wanna feel myself [x8]

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