Текст песни Claressa (Champion) - Graphene

Got me feeling like
Got me feeling like
Got me feeling like Serena
Nah Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Got me feeling like Mike Tyson
Nah Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Got me feeling like Clarissa
S**t why
I been feeling like a champion
Left fist xan
Right one is ambien
New track back then in the sand we ran
Like the bleachers
Before Cornell talking Beecher
Before I had a tape or sales I been ether
Way before anyone asked for a feature
I been feeling like Moses Lacy
Why?
From the Home of the Champions
Left fist xan
Right one is ambien
New track back then in the sand we ran
Like the bleachers
Before Cornell talking Beecher
Before I had a tape or sales I been ether
Way before anyone asked for a feature

I been feeling like THAT N***a
Like Shai talking to D Jones mama
I been going dumber
Memorable as Soulja Boy and Mike Jones numbers
This a Cold summer
Celsius froze I'm like cero degrees
Traded in bread for a bagel corner stores for bodegas
I'm feeling like Mero and Deez
Deezus
Jesus please US
Chasing franklins tell me what the shuttle's worth
Been feeling like Brett sharp shooter
Hit you where rebuttals hurt
Haymaker bars hit you with another verse
Duck swing another verse
Like yo mother purse
The belt is heavier than it looks
Don't fit like yo brother shirt
But I'm going to work

S**t why
Cuz I'm trying to be the champion
Left fist xan
Right one is ambien
New track back then in the sand we ran
Like the bleachers
Before Cornell talking Beecher
Before I had a tape or sales I been ether
Way before anyone asked for a feature
I been feeling like Moses Lacy
S**t why
From the Home of the Champions
Left fist xan
Right one is ambien
New track back then in the sand we ran
Like the bleachers
Before Cornell talking Beecher
Before I had a tape or sales I been ether
Way before anyone asked for a feature
I been feeling like

I been feeling like

I been feeling like I
Cannot be f**ked with
Like the man who made trukfit
I Ain't got his account
Or even close to a big amount
but I'm making enough sense (Cents)
For y'all to keep hearing me
And God to keep steering me
Toward music and haters and people who cheering me on
Saying I appear to be special
And no one can mirror me
Songs that be as deep as the bass line
Leave face like you taste lime
I could write tunes that control yo girl waistline
Others toeing the race line
I'm on go
Just a young dog with a bone
Young champion feeling like bolt
Feeling Michael
Jackson or Jordan or Gordon
Composing myself with the throne
Insight
Telling stories the kids like
Yeah I take the data points and turn them to insights
That's what champions do
Still eating beats this a champion stew
This tape a feast full of champion food
Came up with apes in a champion zoo
Take what you owed that's a champion rule
And If you do that you'll be champion too