feel myself
kills, natalia
i just wanna feel myself for a minute
i want a guy i can climb like everest
he don't gotta be to cleverest
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
i want a guy with a rich boy standards
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
love you more than your 8 ball habit
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
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
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
what the fuck am i doing with my life?