| Yeah
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| The Four Owls
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| It feels great
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| Yeah, you know it feels good
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| Uh
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| Alright
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| Uh
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| Yo, it feels great, feels marvellous
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| A whole heap of people want a part of it
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| Tryna tap into it and tryna harness it
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| We stay funkier than parliament
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| An' I don’t mean the British government
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| I’m on some other shit
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| Deeper than the covenant
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| To grab the CD
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| You need an oven mitt
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| I club 'em with the two by four
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| I’m on some old Jim Duggan shit
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| We livin' it and lovin' it
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| Right now
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| The ones with the glow when the lights out
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| Four Owls bitch
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| Great to be back
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| Got love and we show that all straight to the fans
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| Who support us
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| As we travel across borders
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| It feels great
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| When you recognise what’s important (yeah)
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| My space mission was aborted
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| And came back to life with a bang
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| Now I’m all in
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| I’m lovin' life so much
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| I can’t contain it
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| Everywhere around the world
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| The tracks are hittin' playlists
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| Between the states
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| Like the state of oscillation
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| It’s great like the smiles up on their faces
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| Embrace it
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| We’re stayin' cryptic like the Roswell bases
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| Forever in your memory
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| Like long lost faces
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| Gotta pay some homage to the
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| DJ’s, rappers, breakers
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| And mans who bumped acres
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| To see us rock stages
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| Appreciating life in ways
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| I really can’t explain
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| It’s beautiful
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| Where I’m seeing things hedonism
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| Look to the stars
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| I’ll be asking the heavens questions
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| And gettin' answers
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| Telepathically channel them through the bars bruv
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| Crush hate with the lovin'
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| Jealousy we trust
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| But you gotta love fate
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| Cos you can’t change what was
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| I do this for the people
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| With the real heart for hip hop
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| It don’t stop!
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| It’s a great day
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| Normally I’d sit and hide away
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| All the hate around
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| Lets me know what I need to say
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| My PC died, I can’t make beats
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| An' ain’t backed that shit up for about 8 weeks
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| Hold my fam real close
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| But we rarely ever speak
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| Talk shit to yes men
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| That ain’t ever that deep
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| Say it’s bleached
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| Could dreams really hold prospects
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| Most opinions are based on material objects
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| I walk around with a complex
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| Taking life outta context
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| Though should call it in like bomb threats
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| But I’m grown son
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| Each to his own one
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| The cycle comes back to the start
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| Just like a homerun
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| Learn to catch a few darts
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| Should try and throw some
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| There could be a snake in your camp
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| You might know one
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| But the hate only breeds it
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| I’m livin' life’s secret
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| Why they tryna tell me not to speak it
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| Find me weeded
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| On the route that’s scenic
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| No competing
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| I just rode with a team that means shit
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| See schemin' from the hazy glares with weak in
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| But give a fuck
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| I’m eatin' crispy duck while my vibes peakin'
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| The crack means less
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| Cease stress like a cloud of sess smoke
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| You get less jokes with the vexed folk
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| I haven’t got the answers but I’m thinkin' lets cope
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| All I need is beed and beats and fresh cro
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| Never techno
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| But big up piff, that’s what’s next though
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| Original
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| I never buy or resurrect flows
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| I’m where the peng be
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| The drink don’t tempt me
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| Makes me feel strengthy and act like my peens over lengthy
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| Zonal permanent, those few are far between
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| Overactive imagination, body half as keen
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| I work for myself, fuck society
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| Sue me
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| I’m cheatin' life with a pen and half a doobie |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Feels Great, artist - The Four Owls. Album song Natural Order, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп