Текст песни Feels Great - The Four Owls

Yeah
The Four Owls
It feels great
Yeah, you know it feels good (it feels good)
Uh (one, two, one, two, one, two)
Alright
Uh

Yo, it feels great (it feels great), it feels marvelous (marvelous)
A whole heap of people want a part of it
Tryna tap into it and tryna harness it
We stay funkier than parliament (parliament)
An' I don't mean the British government
I'm on some other shit
Deeper than the covenant
So grab the CD
You need an oven mitt
I club 'em with the two by four

I'm on some old Jim Duggan shit
We livin' it and lovin' it, right now
The ones with the glow when the lights out
Four Owls, bitch
Great to be back
Got love and we show that all straight to the fans who support us
As we travel across borders
It feels great when you recognize what's important (yeah)
My space mission was aborted
And came back to life with a bang, now I'm all in

I'm lovin' life so much, I can't contain it
Everywhere around the world
The tracks are hittin' playlists between the states like the state of oscillation
It's great like the smiles up on their faces
Embrace it

We're stayin' cryptic like the Roswell bases
Forever in your memory like long-lost faces
Gotta pay some homage to the DJ's, rappers, breakers
And mans who bumped acres to see us rock stages

Appreciating life in ways I really can't explain, it's beautiful
Where I'm seeing things hedonism, look to the stars
I'll be asking the heavens questions and gettin' answers
Telepathically channel them through the bars bruv
Crush hate with the lovin'
Jealousy we trust but you gotta love fate
'Cause you can't change what was
I do this for the people with the real heart for hip hop
It don't stop!

It's a great day
Normally I'd sit and hide away all the hate around
Lets me know what I need to say
My PC died, I can't make beats
An' ain't backed that shit up for about eight weeks
Hold my fam real close but we rarely ever speak
Talk shit to yes-men that ain't ever that deep
Say it's bleached
Could dreams really hold prospects
Most opinions are based on material objects

I walk around with a complex
Taking life outta context
Though should call it in like bomb threats
But I'm grown son, each to his own one
The cycle comes back to the start
Just like a homerun, learn to catch a few darts
Should try and throw some
There could be a snake in your camp
You might know one but the hate only breeds it
I'm livin' life's secret, why they tryna tell me not to speak it

Find me weeded on the route that's scenic
No competing, I just rode with a team that means shit
See schemin' from the hazy glares with weak in but give a fuck
I'm eatin' crispy duck while my vibes peakin'
The crack means less
Cease stress like a cloud of sex
Smoke you get less jokes with the vexed folk

I haven't got the answers but I'm thinkin' let's cope
All I need is beed and beats and fresh cro, never techno
But big up piff, that's what's next though, original
I never buy or resurrect flows, I'm where the peng be
The drink don't tempt me, makes me feel strengthy and act like my peens over lengthy
So no permanent, those few are far between
Overactive imagination, body half as keen
I work for myself, fuck society
Sue me
I'm cheatin' life with a pen and half a doobie