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brett michael - in the jungle lyrics

waking up depressed and hung over, i swear i hate the world, but my perception done changed the second i saw this beautiful girl, and she make me feel like. she make me feel like she don’t care about her boyfriend or her mom or her dad, yeah, the kind of girl where if you dancing but ain’t grabbing on it she gon’ get mad, yeah, she said that i was looking good and i said thank you shawtay, you looking bad, yeah, i told her that i was a skater and she said that that was totally rad, yeah , i asked her if she want to smile for a while and she said i’d be glad, yeah, i told her finish up what’s in your cup and we gon’ take it back to the pad and i’m a make you feel like. . . i’mma make you feel like . . . and then i made her feel like . . . and then she made me feel like . . . oh wait hold up, she said “my boy calling,” i said “girl is you playing, what’s a matter with you, why he calling while i’m slaying,” answered the phone like “i’m sorry baby, you know i’m praying,” if you know what i’m saying, now he’s like “where is you staying,” i saw her getting all emotional and now she want to tell him the truth, yeah, ’bout how she let me bust one up in her head for some lincolns up in the booth, yeah, she looked at me and i at her and then she said that everything gon’ be fine, yeah, until he busted through the door and said “but baby girl what happened last night? you said i make you feel like . . . you said i make you feel like . . .” but she said that “yo, he make me feel like . . . and i love it when he make me feel like . . .” d-mn, i looked at him and then at her and said i’m sorry i don’t know what to do, yeah, because your boyfriend is a p-ssy but i’m pretty sure i been f-cking you, yeah, so i’m a finish breaking up and i’m a have to put this one in the air, yeah, i told her money over everything and anything else i just don’t care, the money make me feel like. . . it make me feel like. . . chasing and getting money make me feel like. . . money over everything, b’ easy, brett mike, yeah. simba, simba, it’s your father. remember who you are simba, its your kindom now, my time is long past, f-ck the police

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