FEEL REAL GOOD

I'm kicking back at the chill shack
Feeling kind of smooth, relaxed
Kind of like my man Kerouac
Don't drive a Cadillac, I got my Buzz mobile
'Cause my wheel makes me feel like I'm driving around in a love mobile
I got the cow print covers on my seat
I got the black Chuck Taylors covering up my feet
I got the Bopar fake black marble paint
Covering the wood on my bookcase
I cleanse my teeth every once in a while
With a tartar control toothpaste
My shampoo got the aloe, don't wear no mascara
I paint my nails with Mani Panic 'cause I don't care-a
What you think-a, so what-a, you nut-a
I think I had the, mmm, fuck your daughter in the, butter
I got my air conditioner cranked to seventy
Sometime around my house you know it feel like heaven to me
I got the bud juice running down my lips
But I trips, I know it cooks, I'm hip, see

And it's a real good feel good day
Things are looking up, looking my way
I'm digging my own advice
Kicking back, thinking 'bout the things I did
I'm taking ice cold meds to feel
It's chilly at my crib, yeah
It's kinda chilly at my crib, crib, yeah

I'm tripping and dipping and skipping along to my loo
I do whatever the fuck I feels I think I needs to oughta do
I'm pulling out the Amazing Spiderman bubble bath
I got the black sheets on my bedspread just to have a laugh
I get on the phone and I start dialing
I'm calling up the honeys smoking American Snus and smiling
I'm feeling quite refreshed, I'm feeling quite nicely
I'm calling up the cutie with the bootylicious

Uh, a real good feel good night
Things are looking up, they looking my way
I dig my own advice
Kick back and think about the things I did
I'm taking ice cold meds to feel
It's chilly at my crib, crib, yeah
It's kinda chilly at my crib, crib, yeah
It's kinda chilly at my crib, crib, yeah

Well I, uh
I get a hold of some girl named Jenny, I call her Jo-Yo
Spicier than the chile con carne down at Arroyo
I'm playing it cool even though it ain't that relaxing
I'm checking out my cream and find I ain't got no Jackson
I roll my lazy ass out of bed about two thirty
I wash my hair with J. Crew shampoo when it's all dirty
I get in my car, it's kinda cool, it ain't no Caddy
It's a Volkswagen Bug but it's a phatty
I'm watching the cable TV, it's on Discovery
I got the Dove-cote feather blanket
To keep me toasty warm and cover me
I'm eating a cinnamon raisin bagel, they're fat free
They keep me slim and trim and looking tight and sexy

Baby, it's a real good feel good day
Things are looking up, and they been looking my way
I dig my own advice
Kick back and think about the things I did
But I'm taking ice cold meds to feel
It's chilly at my crib, crib, yeah
It's kinda chilly at my crib, crib, yeah
It's chilly at my crib, crib, yeah
It's chilly at my crib, crib, yeah
It's kinda chilly at my crib, crib, yeah

I'm eating honey and snacking more
'Cause it's a good fuck
Try taking more to cook up
You know it's good to spend a little quality time alone
It's bubbling tight, you know I got the chilly home
I'm cruising around town, know what it's all about
I'm a little busy chillin' back and kickin' crazy jams at my house
Master rearranging, fresh and resting
Resting out the brain bone, gone, gone, I'm relaxed and cool
Full, fully old school, drooling on my pillowcase
And if you haven't guessed, I'm busting bubs, I say but cool
Every drop, don't try to change behavior
So good we're getting back, sticka what you got in Dallas
And I'm tweaked out, freaked out, beat down by the tail
Granny screaming, granny sparing, got a tickle hairy girl
I got the windows open, hoping I don't inspect you
You know I got to be one, copy, hoping that...