Feel Good / The Emperor by Paul Blue Lyrics
Say I’m feeling good
And I’m looking good
And I’m ready to let go, of all this pain (of all this pain)
I’m so proud of me (proud of me)
No, it wasn’t easy (wasn’t wasy)
But I kept this ship afloat
Let’s pour champagne
And toast, toast to the future
To my friends, to the bands, and I can’t forget the music (ah)
(Say I’m feeling good)
I’m looking good
I chopped the tree, who copped the woods?
Phew, I thought we fucked up
You got a light though, right? (right?)
Ok, we fucked up
Back to 7/11
I maneuver through Yonge street, ducking bucktees
This a new Givenchy tee, don’t touch me
Thankfully, made it unscathed
So let’s pop champagne and toast
Toast to the future
To my friends, to the bands, and I can’t forget the music
[Talking]
The grand exit of the Emperor, you know?
[Verse]
Uh
The pleasures and pains of making profit
You gain but still erase the base that made you hot
When you start at ground zero and build your way to a rocket
Then you take off, don’t recognize who you rock with
See, I’m destined for fame and that’s got this kid from the Dot just stressing ‘cause fuck gossip
Fuck celebrity, even if it’s what I’m meant to be
I am my own entity and you cannot stop it (woo)
Emperor’s new groove
Drip Jimmy Choo shoes
New tunes feel like my peacoat, I’m in the pocket
BLUTOPIA
And I’m looking good
And I’m ready to let go, of all this pain (of all this pain)
I’m so proud of me (proud of me)
No, it wasn’t easy (wasn’t wasy)
But I kept this ship afloat
Let’s pour champagne
And toast, toast to the future
To my friends, to the bands, and I can’t forget the music (ah)
(Say I’m feeling good)
I’m looking good
I chopped the tree, who copped the woods?
Phew, I thought we fucked up
You got a light though, right? (right?)
Ok, we fucked up
Back to 7/11
I maneuver through Yonge street, ducking bucktees
This a new Givenchy tee, don’t touch me
Thankfully, made it unscathed
So let’s pop champagne and toast
Toast to the future
To my friends, to the bands, and I can’t forget the music
[Talking]
The grand exit of the Emperor, you know?
[Verse]
Uh
The pleasures and pains of making profit
You gain but still erase the base that made you hot
When you start at ground zero and build your way to a rocket
Then you take off, don’t recognize who you rock with
See, I’m destined for fame and that’s got this kid from the Dot just stressing ‘cause fuck gossip
Fuck celebrity, even if it’s what I’m meant to be
I am my own entity and you cannot stop it (woo)
Emperor’s new groove
Drip Jimmy Choo shoes
New tunes feel like my peacoat, I’m in the pocket
BLUTOPIA