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Brooke Candy - Feel Yourself (Alcohol) Lyrics




[ Featuring Cory Enemy ]

I'm on that soda and henny
I don't know how to act
If I take another shot down I
May have a heart attack
F*cking grab a bottle off
Of that tequila shelf
I'll show you what the game is
I don't blame you if you feel yourself

From the bed to the bed
Go on and feel yourself
Kick it up bring it back
Go on and feel yourself
Ladies stand up, fellas put your hands up
Go on and feel yourself
Feel yourself and feel yourself!

I bite it suicide boys, let's ride out
My night out f*cked up till it's lights out
I'm Blacked out, wasted
Tryna' get up, I'm faded
So dilapidated, America's most hated
You drunk right? Turn it into a prom night
Work it up and drunk fight
Suck it till you drunk right
Blame it, all of that liquor
We be swerving, all of that liquor
Blurry, all of that liquor
Cuz' we be slurring all of that liquor

I'm on that soda hey hey
I don't know how to act
If I take another shot down I
May have a heart attack
F*cking grab a bottle off
Of that tequila shelf
I'll show you how the game is
I don't blame you if you feel yourself

From the bed to the bed
Go on and feel yourself
Kick it up bring it back
Go on and feel yourself
Ladies stand up, fellas put your hands up
Come on and feel yourself
Feel yourself and feel yourself!

So torn took more shots than world war
No drawers, it's all down girls that's sore
Feel no pain, let it rain
I smell in my profane
Oh man, I'm coming down
Turn it down another round
Laying up, smoke loud f*cked up, drunk crowd
Hands up, what now? Stand up, get down
Amen, smoking lame men, toking
Swerving, joking jerking, focus
I'm poppin' shit until I feel it
Lean Brooke and I'm real in
Set the scene I steal it
When I get f*cked up?
Walking in and I get wrecked up
Time to f*ck your function up
Break it down, and turn it up
Trip it, rip it red light
Tip it, sip it, say it right
Head it, give it, dead light
Hit it, kill it it, dead right?
I'm setting fire to liars
I'm f*cking Jerry Macguire
I'm f*cking higher than fire
You tired? Retire

Turn me on I'm a radio
I ain't afraid though
Turn me on I'm a radio
I ain't afraid though
Turn me on I'm a radio
I ain't afraid though
Turn me on I'm a radio
I ain't afraid though
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English

I'm on that soda and henny
I don't know how to act
If I take another shot down I
May have a heart attack
F*cking grab a bottle off
Of that tequila shelf
I'll show you what the game is
I don't blame you if you feel yourself

From the bed to the bed
Go on and feel yourself
Kick it up bring it back
Go on and feel yourself
Ladies stand up, fellas put your hands up
Go on and feel yourself
Feel yourself and feel yourself!

I bite it suicide boys, let's ride out
My night out f*cked up till it's lights out
I'm Blacked out, wasted
Tryna' get up, I'm faded
So dilapidated, America's most hated
You drunk right? Turn it into a prom night
Work it up and drunk fight
Suck it till you drunk right
Blame it, all of that liquor
We be swerving, all of that liquor
Blurry, all of that liquor
Cuz' we be slurring all of that liquor

I'm on that soda hey hey
I don't know how to act
If I take another shot down I
May have a heart attack
F*cking grab a bottle off
Of that tequila shelf
I'll show you how the game is
I don't blame you if you feel yourself

From the bed to the bed
Go on and feel yourself
Kick it up bring it back
Go on and feel yourself
Ladies stand up, fellas put your hands up
Come on and feel yourself
Feel yourself and feel yourself!

So torn took more shots than world war
No drawers, it's all down girls that's sore
Feel no pain, let it rain
I smell in my profane
Oh man, I'm coming down
Turn it down another round
Laying up, smoke loud f*cked up, drunk crowd
Hands up, what now? Stand up, get down
Amen, smoking lame men, toking
Swerving, joking jerking, focus
I'm poppin' shit until I feel it
Lean Brooke and I'm real in
Set the scene I steal it
When I get f*cked up?
Walking in and I get wrecked up
Time to f*ck your function up
Break it down, and turn it up
Trip it, rip it red light
Tip it, sip it, say it right
Head it, give it, dead light
Hit it, kill it it, dead right?
I'm setting fire to liars
I'm f*cking Jerry Macguire
I'm f*cking higher than fire
You tired? Retire

Turn me on I'm a radio
I ain't afraid though
Turn me on I'm a radio
I ain't afraid though
Turn me on I'm a radio
I ain't afraid though
Turn me on I'm a radio
I ain't afraid though
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Writer: PATRICE DELACOUR, MICHEL SANCHEZ, CORY NITTA, BROOKE CANDY, Jesse St. John Geller
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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