Shawn Boy, Michael Bublé - Feeling Good lyrics
[Shawn Boy, Michael Bublé - Feeling Good lyrics]
Be everywhere at once- the world is yours
Cut threw the middle when life
Gives you a fork got a lot of pains but fuck
It I'll walk 'em off
Now ask the tailor, Im Hugo's boss
S-B talking is like watching Jesus walk
Now I'm so fresh I could teach
A dentist how to floss
Some demons in my past that
I wish I would've fought
But I can't look back I'm talking tours
I got fans in the stands, labels at my door
Girls in my bed telling me
Like "Shawn it's yours" i need me a F-1 car
Then fuck it i might get some Micheal Kors
I'm talking about four thousand acres before
I get them Jordan 4s
I'm textin on this S4 telling
Myself to do more
Innovative the modern day Henry Ford
Except I'm black in Christian Dior
Stink of success, it's coming out my pours
My mind in the clouds but my
Feet is on the floor
King lion out the cage so
It's only right I roar
I'm living like I'm rich but
I'm thinking like I'm poor
Tonight though Imma spend it all
I just signaled the waitress
Hundred bottles on call
Out of this world, I'm somewhere on Mars
About to head back to Philly though
And watch my Eagles soar, you know