James Brown
(schon/soto)

baby cryin, phone is ringin
taxman he come knockin down my door
13 vodkas head is singin'
cuz i aint slept bout half a week a more, u know what i'm talking about

i don't need no superstition
i don't need no messin' round
i don't need no politician, no
just wanna feel good like james brown

baby mama, damn she ugly, so ugly
girl done stole bout everythang i own....shit
something burning in the skillet, u smell that?
smell like chocolate chip & chicken bone, come on Neal, talk 2 me baby

bossman screaming, he wanna kill me
he done caught me in my slippers on his bed, u know that aint right
'sbout time 2 go, ha, it's time 2 leave, yea
cuz it's hard 2 eat yo' corn flakes when yo' dead, lord have mercy, give it 2 me

i don't need no superstition
i don't need no messin' round
i don't need no politician, no
just wanna feel good like james brown, play it 4 me fellas

wanna feel good like James Brown
wanna feel good like James Brown
wanna feel good like Mr. Brown
wanna feel good like James Brown