FEEL THAT WAY by J Lindsay, Kiyanosh Lyrics
[Chorus]
I'm worth a hundred million dollars!
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
I ain't got a single problem!
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
Ay homie, everything is love!
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
I'm about to fuck it up!
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
[Verse 1]
Number one
Dance on the sun with some rum, I've begun to run
Numb to some
I can't hate you, you should love your son
You cumbersome, you undercooked, underdone
‘Bada bum bum’, I just want the drum
Number two
Run, pursue, I'm done with you
Like Shams to Rumi
You want to put Leo in the actual movie
What the fuck is this?
After Prince of Persia should've sucked my dick
You make me question if luck exist
Late night shows & a succubus
Not enough cones for the populous
Kind of god is this?
[Chorus]
Ay homie, everything is love!
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
I'm about to fuck it up!
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
[Verse 2]
Mother, mother, mother, how the beat so delicious?
I, dreamt of Jeannie, I don't need no wishes
I, sense you’re sleeping, fucking wake up bitches
I, feel like a god, let me take ya’ll riches
Aw, kichis! Too many glitches!
Only really here for the microphone
They bite your flow then bite your tone
Aight, c’mon, let’s go
It's been too long, I miss pesto
Get my groove for the dress code
I’ve been Buffon in like ‘06
But you motherfuckers didn't notice
& I moved on to be the dopest
Well at least top 5
Motherfuck a stop sign
Motherfunk the venue
Oh, it's only Iranian tings on the menu!
Who would've thought that my skin could offend you?
Fuck that's funny
I'm just here tryna make that Rugrats money
[Chorus]
I'm worth a hundred million dollars!
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
[Verse 3]
Somebody call up Michael Bay
Yeah, I got some shit to say
How you not keep Shia there every step of the way?!
That boy ahead of the game
Even worse, you took my favourite turtles & beheaded their name
Along with my childhood
Dress like a bum but my style good
I take acid by the vile
Could find me on the moon
I been smiling for a while hey
Life kinda wild hey
I think it's time that we wile, ay
Album ‘bout nothing like Wale
Skinny little boy with a Drive like Refn
Bitch I'm a weapon, better watch where you steppin’
If they want to die on their own, let ‘em
Life gave me lemons
Split it down the middle
Now I'm motherfucking Lennon
(Fuck it, forget em)
[Chorus]
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
[Verse 4]
Tick tock, A wrist-watch worth this much
Hit a brother with the ha-ha man
Motherfuckers wanna live in La La Land
Your bitch ass can't abide my jam
I’ve got too much boogie in me
Look within me & find, well, nothing really…
Except for all the shit that keep fucking with me
Shout out anybody that been fucking with me
Bring the house down like I'm fucking Whitney
Fuckin Whitney, fuckin Whitney…
Bring the house down like I'm fucking Whitney
Fuckin Whitney, fuckin…
I feel like Constanza with a little bit of Kramer
Disclaimer: ‘Festivus’ Album Of The Year
I say that shit like it's about to get a cheer
Cause you motherfuckers don't recognise real
Till they get a deal, so they got a little more appeal
So, we underwater
I'm a fucking Navy SEAL
Nah but pay me for real
You seem shady for real
J Lindsay crazy for real, blazin’ a lil
Maybe a chill, hazier still
Chase me & kill, what the fuck?
Maybe I will
[Chorus]
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well a-)
I'm worth a hundred million dollars!
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
I ain't got a single problem!
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
Ay homie, everything is love!
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
I'm about to fuck it up!
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
[Verse 1]
Number one
Dance on the sun with some rum, I've begun to run
Numb to some
I can't hate you, you should love your son
You cumbersome, you undercooked, underdone
‘Bada bum bum’, I just want the drum
Number two
Run, pursue, I'm done with you
Like Shams to Rumi
You want to put Leo in the actual movie
What the fuck is this?
After Prince of Persia should've sucked my dick
You make me question if luck exist
Late night shows & a succubus
Not enough cones for the populous
Kind of god is this?
[Chorus]
Ay homie, everything is love!
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
I'm about to fuck it up!
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
[Verse 2]
Mother, mother, mother, how the beat so delicious?
I, dreamt of Jeannie, I don't need no wishes
I, sense you’re sleeping, fucking wake up bitches
I, feel like a god, let me take ya’ll riches
Aw, kichis! Too many glitches!
Only really here for the microphone
They bite your flow then bite your tone
Aight, c’mon, let’s go
It's been too long, I miss pesto
Get my groove for the dress code
I’ve been Buffon in like ‘06
But you motherfuckers didn't notice
& I moved on to be the dopest
Well at least top 5
Motherfuck a stop sign
Motherfunk the venue
Oh, it's only Iranian tings on the menu!
Who would've thought that my skin could offend you?
Fuck that's funny
I'm just here tryna make that Rugrats money
[Chorus]
I'm worth a hundred million dollars!
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
[Verse 3]
Somebody call up Michael Bay
Yeah, I got some shit to say
How you not keep Shia there every step of the way?!
That boy ahead of the game
Even worse, you took my favourite turtles & beheaded their name
Along with my childhood
Dress like a bum but my style good
I take acid by the vile
Could find me on the moon
I been smiling for a while hey
Life kinda wild hey
I think it's time that we wile, ay
Album ‘bout nothing like Wale
Skinny little boy with a Drive like Refn
Bitch I'm a weapon, better watch where you steppin’
If they want to die on their own, let ‘em
Life gave me lemons
Split it down the middle
Now I'm motherfucking Lennon
(Fuck it, forget em)
[Chorus]
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
[Verse 4]
Tick tock, A wrist-watch worth this much
Hit a brother with the ha-ha man
Motherfuckers wanna live in La La Land
Your bitch ass can't abide my jam
I’ve got too much boogie in me
Look within me & find, well, nothing really…
Except for all the shit that keep fucking with me
Shout out anybody that been fucking with me
Bring the house down like I'm fucking Whitney
Fuckin Whitney, fuckin Whitney…
Bring the house down like I'm fucking Whitney
Fuckin Whitney, fuckin…
I feel like Constanza with a little bit of Kramer
Disclaimer: ‘Festivus’ Album Of The Year
I say that shit like it's about to get a cheer
Cause you motherfuckers don't recognise real
Till they get a deal, so they got a little more appeal
So, we underwater
I'm a fucking Navy SEAL
Nah but pay me for real
You seem shady for real
J Lindsay crazy for real, blazin’ a lil
Maybe a chill, hazier still
Chase me & kill, what the fuck?
Maybe I will
[Chorus]
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well at least I feel that way)
(Well a-)