[Hook] x2
I just wanna feel myself
I, I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just- I just wanna feel myself yeah
[Verse 1]
Rich boy, manners
Champagne gla**es
Eight ball habits
Eighteen carats
Checkbook, cash it
Poodles, lavish
Bouquettes
b**hes 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 uh, intelligent!
[Pre-Hook]
(Get out)
Telling me I dress too loud
(Get out)
Got too many shoes to k**
(Get out)
Saying we should split that check
If you ain't got dime then it's time to jet
[Hook] x2
[Hahaha]
[Verse 2]
First cla**, 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 p**y when you close that wallet
Penthouse pavement, poor girl panic
(Ah what do you mean there's no more diamonds! )
Love me more than your eight ball habit
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook] x2
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 f** am I doing with my life?
[Hook] x2