How Does It Feel?
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Wooo wooo! [in background]
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Yessur! aha
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New Skateboard P
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Hey!
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Let's go get 'em
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uh-huh
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yo, hola
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[Verse 1]
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Mearle maire, club muchacho
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Asorted flavours, in they solatos
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Inspire young minds, stacked by Nato's
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With the right determination of a patho
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Running 'cross the water with bricks at his poncho
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Face like a shoot when it's bussin' my glock hold
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Vanity stings, 'til I die when the holy father hands me my wings
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When I was young yo the teacher gave me stanity dreams
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Giving me music like drugs and they handed me things, they shoot it up
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See me on the TV, the cuties they wanna fuck
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Both presidental and plus, they hoop it up
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Got more hits in his zip, who want enough
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I can go back in time, you be Judge Eato
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With my men and ?? I know you thinkin' Neato
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Givin' peace to minutes, something like your T-Vo
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But it's 3 hundred thousand more with no remote
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Take it in the rain, I used to live with Tito
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But he clowned me and told me that my money's free-doughs
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Now the Enzo doors go up like a Dilo
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Reon, same song some from my man Nigo
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SLR, when the doors go up it's like a fresh elle jar
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Nigga we boss, he shall not get hot, he too frost
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Yessur...
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[Bridge]
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My nigga close your eyes,
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Just picture you're self just holdin' pies
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Impliment a plan and and you'll surely rise
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Just promised by the man that controls the skies
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Don't you see, I know that shit's so ill
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Better yet, dawg, just tell me how you feel
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...How you feel dawg?
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[Chorus]
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We just picture thinking, dreaming, scheming, breathing, reading, all in the late night
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Shaking, boiling, lacing, bake it, shaping, shaving, gotta get this cake right
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As I serve it, you just burn it, breathe it, learn it, now watch you take flight
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...My nigga how does it feel?
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Ha ha! Yessur!
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[Verse 2]
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Nigga you don't know me
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I'm part Howard Hues, part horny, part holy
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First trip on the ramp is the rock and rolly
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Keep one on my staff with a new pro-chromy
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If they priest need the mention that I've been biten
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But a force be the chocolate where critics are written
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He dresses insane where his music admire
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Ask anyone from Vouge and Esquire And Vanity Fair you like can of the year
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But you should guess who's in insanity chair
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Now it ain't about what I want
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Still thumbing through my life like a drug-star porn
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It's one thing to say you did it
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It's one thing to lie about your didgits
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It's one thing to say that you live it
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It's another for you fuckers to admit it
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But I admit I got all this paper plus the prettiest faces that's off of our nature
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I drive a Casper, s'cuse me Cassper, wanted meet me at my house, I got space like NASA
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And it'll make me happy buy yourself a Sattle
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Unlike my sister Stacy when she lost her papa
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I been there, gettin stroke and nothing to trap-uh
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John could do, when surrounded with true
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A man dies, baby born, as far as Peru
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It's a simple proof between us and imposters
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We hop in the air, and don't care what it costs us
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Now I'm with NERD with a pit full of Martians
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I guess you could say that we fly like saucers
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Zapping at niggas, with classing and figure
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The cash and class whippers
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The thrashing mag ripper
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Go 'head and say it (you a rappin' ass nigga)
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Yessur!
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[Bridge]
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[Chorus]
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Nigga you don't know me...
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How Does It Feel?
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Pharrell Williams |