(Talking) Somewhere from day 21, 1989, we lost Christopher But I we finally found him he was hidin' a little bit but, I think he had something to say
(Verse 1) Life's wake up in the morning with a morning wood, up to no good Ex got a new man but I don't care, told that bitch to me now I brush her out my hair Like a bad cut, I can sum em up in a four word name I just wanna fuck I'm my life til the wheels fall off, got my bros rollin wit me man I love all of yall And I live for this, man im glad I aint flippen for
(Chorus) Yeah I still remember that summer wit my Takin showers cause the roof was dense So im real good im feelin real good im feelin real good about myself Yeah im feelin real good im feelin real good im real good about myself (x5)
(Verse 2) Hey you, shawty with the kid, shout out to my nigga shout is a bitch But I'd rather buy a kid a Gucci gifts, then to fuck a baby momma stanky couchi bitch Now my top drop low, I remember in my caddy back in '94 When my left me never wrote again, who would've thought me blowin up would be a consequence And I live for this man im glad I flippen for this
(Chorus) Yeah I remember that summer wit my godmomma Takin cold showers cause the roof was So im feelin real im feelin real good im feelin real good about myself im feelin real good im feelin real good im feelin real good about myself (x3) Yeah im feelin real good im feelin real real good real good