The Four Owls (The Owls)
The Four Owls (The Owls) - Feels Great songtekst
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[Intro] Yeah, The Four Owls, uh, now ya know it feels good Ah, 1 2 1 2, alright [Verse 1] Yeah, it feels great, it feels marvelous A whole heap of people want a part of it Tryna tap into it and tryna harness it We stay funkier than Parliament And I don't mean the British Government Amongst some other shit, deeper than the covenant To grab the cd you need an [?] I'm clubbin' with the two bad four Among some old gym dug and shit We livin' it and loving it right now The ones with the glow and the lights out Four Owls, bitch, great to be back up Loud and we sent that ooze straight to the fans Who support us as we travel across borders It feels great when we recognize what's important Yeah, my space mission was aborted It came back to life with a bang, now I'm all in [Verse 2] 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 isolation It's great like the smiles upon the faces embracing We're stayin' critic like the [?] Forever in your memory like long lost faces Got a piece of homage to the djs, rappers, bakers To the men that bought acres to see us rock stages Appreciate in lots of ways I really can't explain It's beautiful, while I'm seein' things hedonism [?] Look to the stars, we be askin' the heavens questions And gettin' answers, telepathically channeled the food of [?] Brush hate with the lovin', jealousy you trust, but you got a love hate Cuz you can't change what was We do this for the people with the real heart for hip-hop It don't stop! [Verse 3] It's a great day, normally I sit and hide away All the hate around lets me know what I need to say My pc died, I can't make beats, I ain't backed that shit up for about 8 weeks Hold my fam real close, but I rarely ever speak to 'em Talk shit to Yes Man, I ain't eva that deep Say it's bleached, convinced of these heart prospects Most opinions are based on material objects I walk around with a complex, taking life outta context Them should call it in like bom-flex But I run, son, Easter with someone The cycle comes back to the start, just like a homerun Learned to catch a few darts, wish I had fought some [?] That can be a second account, you might know one But the hate only breeds it, I'm livin' life a secret [?] speak it [Verse 4] Family greeted on the route that's scenic No competin', I just rode with a team that mean shit Sea schemin' from the hazy glass we reekin' But give a fuck, I'm eatin' crispy thot while my wife's peekin' The crack means less sea stress, like a glad assess Smoke you get less jokes with the next folk I haven't got the answers but I'm freakin' less [?] All I need is [?] em beats and fresh [?] Neva tehno, but bigger piff, that's what Max do Original, I never bite or resurrect flows I'm where the peng be the drink Don't tempt me, makes me feel strengthy When I lock my beans ova lengthy Solar permanence, those few are far between overactin' And imagination body harvest keen I work for myself, fuck society Sue me! I keep the light for the pen and half a doobie