Feel Myself Lyrics - Trouble - Natalia Kills

Feel Myself" 

[Chorus:] 

I just wanna feel myself 

I just wanna feel myself 

I just wanna feel myself 

I just wanna feel myself 

I just wanna feel myself 

I just wanna feel myself 

I just wanna feel myself 

I just wanna feel myself 

[Verse:] 

Rich boy manners 

Champagne glasses 

8 ball habits 

18 karats 

Check book, cash it 

Puddles, lavish 

Broken bitches 

I just wanna feel myself for a minute 

I want a guy I can climb like Everest 

God etiquette, real therapy 

He don't gotta be to cleverest 

Hips and lips, intelligent 

[Bridge:] 

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 

'Cause 

[Chorus:] 

I just wanna feel myself 

I just wanna feel myself 

I just wanna feel myself 

I just wanna feel myself 

I just wanna feel myself 

I just wanna feel myself 

I just wanna feel myself 

I just wanna feel myself 

[Verse:] 

First class, fancy 

Monogram, matching 

Suit up, got a crew cup 

Like the room up, gets me 

I want a guy with a rich boy standards 

Handsome, has it, want it, have it 

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 

[screaming] (what do you mean there are no more diamonds?) 

Love you more than your 8 ball habit 

[Bridge:] 

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 

'Cause 

[Chorus:] 

I just wanna feel myself 

I just wanna feel myself 

I just wanna feel myself 

I just wanna feel myself 

I just wanna feel myself 

I just wanna feel myself 

I just wanna feel myself 

I just wanna feel myself 

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 

Bad TV shows, bad record deal, bad everything 

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 

You know bad boyfriend, no money, no life 

And suddenly it hit me 

What the fuck am I doing with my life? 

[Chorus:] 

I just wanna feel myself 

I just wanna feel myself 

I just wanna feel myself 

I just wanna feel myself 

I just wanna feel myself 

I just wanna feel myself 

I just wanna feel myself 

I just wanna feel myself