Natalia k**s - Feel Myself lyrics

[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