| Song | Feels So Good |
| Artist | 311 |
| Album | 2013/07/12 Boston, MA |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Artist:311 | |
| Songs Title:feels so good | |
| Well everybodys got an opinion thats loud and unbending | |
| I spend my time healing and mending, together | |
| Its a question of whether live positive well I give | |
| P-nut joins our back, must be arthritic | |
| Tim is from the 70s and so we live it | |
| Sa has the wisdom of a nobel laureate | |
| Im down for our days of glory | |
| Its easy to do when youre up with sexton | |
| A rhythmatic genius, turnin up the next one | |
| Would you know, youre a bro, I flow in that circumstance | |
| Youll get your chance | |
| Becuase payback is a motherfuckin mission | |
| To the sharp-ass rocks slippin on us but we rock | |
| It comes to writing on us derision | |
| Sendin you a voice now were sending you a vision | |
| And those who fought me they say they taught me everything I know | |
| I go aww, when I hear that, that chit and that caht, bullshit! | |
| So sick of me knowing everything, saying! | |
| In your face | |
| Thats right | |
| And it feels so good | |
| In your face | |
| Yeah | |
| It feels so good | |
| Take it to em bro, throw down, now say | |
| Settin forth a course Im really wiggin out | |
| In my dome I roam, no time to doubt | |
| Fucked up you right there while I was rhymin | |
| Now youre sulking in the corner, a baby crying | |
| Hittin up now we feelin to rock mars | |
| Fuckin up the shit, now their heads bob | |
| We aint new to jack swing, the groove and that | |
| We got crazy factiffs and we all that | |
| I dont often rock and Im a laureate | |
| I dont pull the punch you know Im throwin it | |
| Freestyles my style on the mic and flex | |
| Youre stalkin the mind of a punk thats next | |
| I get retarted now that I started you know | |
| A condition which I keep close together | |
| Like the kind buds you know my scene | |
| My team thinks I sing supreme, but you, the weasel, | |
| Try to bring us down but in reality it make you look like a clown | |
| Too bad cause well be sittin in the sun and choose a rocky ass fast ball | |
| In your face | |
| Thats right | |
| And it feels so good | |
| Choose a lock yall | |
| In your face | |
| Yeah | |
| It feels so good | |
| Yo p-nut, beat that thing | |
| Wont you warm the mic nicholas | |
| Cant get with this my stream of conscieceness is a sea | |
| Much like bukowski with a rage | |
| Speakin to page | |
| Beasts in the cage | |
| Jumpin off the stage | |
| Divin | |
| Thrivin | |
| Strivin for a better day or say | |
| (strive for a better day sa? ) | |
| Beat back by flesh | |
| Shatterd doors braggin fists to the sky were feelin high | |
| Has to live and die | |
| Just take a moment to have a bit once in a while | |
| You know, you know | |
| I do it daily and like it but thats my style, yeah, here I go | |
| In your face | |
| And dow your throat | |
| And it feels so good | |
| fraid so | |
| Fuck it up yall | |
| In you face | |
| And down your throat | |
| It feels so good | |
| Thats all |
| Artist: 311 | |
| Songs Title: feels so good | |
| Well everybodys got an opinion thats loud and unbending | |
| I spend my time healing and mending, together | |
| Its a question of whether live positive well I give | |
| Pnut joins our back, must be arthritic | |
| Tim is from the 70s and so we live it | |
| Sa has the wisdom of a nobel laureate | |
| Im down for our days of glory | |
| Its easy to do when youre up with sexton | |
| A rhythmatic genius, turnin up the next one | |
| Would you know, youre a bro, I flow in that circumstance | |
| Youll get your chance | |
| Becuase payback is a motherfuckin mission | |
| To the sharpass rocks slippin on us but we rock | |
| It comes to writing on us derision | |
| Sendin you a voice now were sending you a vision | |
| And those who fought me they say they taught me everything I know | |
| I go aww, when I hear that, that chit and that caht, bullshit! | |
| So sick of me knowing everything, saying! | |
| In your face | |
| Thats right | |
| And it feels so good | |
| In your face | |
| Yeah | |
| It feels so good | |
| Take it to em bro, throw down, now say | |
| Settin forth a course Im really wiggin out | |
| In my dome I roam, no time to doubt | |
| Fucked up you right there while I was rhymin | |
| Now youre sulking in the corner, a baby crying | |
| Hittin up now we feelin to rock mars | |
| Fuckin up the shit, now their heads bob | |
| We aint new to jack swing, the groove and that | |
| We got crazy factiffs and we all that | |
| I dont often rock and Im a laureate | |
| I dont pull the punch you know Im throwin it | |
| Freestyles my style on the mic and flex | |
| Youre stalkin the mind of a punk thats next | |
| I get retarted now that I started you know | |
| A condition which I keep close together | |
| Like the kind buds you know my scene | |
| My team thinks I sing supreme, but you, the weasel, | |
| Try to bring us down but in reality it make you look like a clown | |
| Too bad cause well be sittin in the sun and choose a rocky ass fast ball | |
| In your face | |
| Thats right | |
| And it feels so good | |
| Choose a lock yall | |
| In your face | |
| Yeah | |
| It feels so good | |
| Yo pnut, beat that thing | |
| Wont you warm the mic nicholas | |
| Cant get with this my stream of conscieceness is a sea | |
| Much like bukowski with a rage | |
| Speakin to page | |
| Beasts in the cage | |
| Jumpin off the stage | |
| Divin | |
| Thrivin | |
| Strivin for a better day or say | |
| strive for a better day sa? | |
| Beat back by flesh | |
| Shatterd doors braggin fists to the sky were feelin high | |
| Has to live and die | |
| Just take a moment to have a bit once in a while | |
| You know, you know | |
| I do it daily and like it but thats my style, yeah, here I go | |
| In your face | |
| And dow your throat | |
| And it feels so good | |
| fraid so | |
| Fuck it up yall | |
| In you face | |
| And down your throat | |
| It feels so good | |
| Thats all |
| Artist: 311 | |
| Songs Title: feels so good | |
| Well everybodys got an opinion thats loud and unbending | |
| I spend my time healing and mending, together | |
| Its a question of whether live positive well I give | |
| Pnut joins our back, must be arthritic | |
| Tim is from the 70s and so we live it | |
| Sa has the wisdom of a nobel laureate | |
| Im down for our days of glory | |
| Its easy to do when youre up with sexton | |
| A rhythmatic genius, turnin up the next one | |
| Would you know, youre a bro, I flow in that circumstance | |
| Youll get your chance | |
| Becuase payback is a motherfuckin mission | |
| To the sharpass rocks slippin on us but we rock | |
| It comes to writing on us derision | |
| Sendin you a voice now were sending you a vision | |
| And those who fought me they say they taught me everything I know | |
| I go aww, when I hear that, that chit and that caht, bullshit! | |
| So sick of me knowing everything, saying! | |
| In your face | |
| Thats right | |
| And it feels so good | |
| In your face | |
| Yeah | |
| It feels so good | |
| Take it to em bro, throw down, now say | |
| Settin forth a course Im really wiggin out | |
| In my dome I roam, no time to doubt | |
| Fucked up you right there while I was rhymin | |
| Now youre sulking in the corner, a baby crying | |
| Hittin up now we feelin to rock mars | |
| Fuckin up the shit, now their heads bob | |
| We aint new to jack swing, the groove and that | |
| We got crazy factiffs and we all that | |
| I dont often rock and Im a laureate | |
| I dont pull the punch you know Im throwin it | |
| Freestyles my style on the mic and flex | |
| Youre stalkin the mind of a punk thats next | |
| I get retarted now that I started you know | |
| A condition which I keep close together | |
| Like the kind buds you know my scene | |
| My team thinks I sing supreme, but you, the weasel, | |
| Try to bring us down but in reality it make you look like a clown | |
| Too bad cause well be sittin in the sun and choose a rocky ass fast ball | |
| In your face | |
| Thats right | |
| And it feels so good | |
| Choose a lock yall | |
| In your face | |
| Yeah | |
| It feels so good | |
| Yo pnut, beat that thing | |
| Wont you warm the mic nicholas | |
| Cant get with this my stream of conscieceness is a sea | |
| Much like bukowski with a rage | |
| Speakin to page | |
| Beasts in the cage | |
| Jumpin off the stage | |
| Divin | |
| Thrivin | |
| Strivin for a better day or say | |
| strive for a better day sa? | |
| Beat back by flesh | |
| Shatterd doors braggin fists to the sky were feelin high | |
| Has to live and die | |
| Just take a moment to have a bit once in a while | |
| You know, you know | |
| I do it daily and like it but thats my style, yeah, here I go | |
| In your face | |
| And dow your throat | |
| And it feels so good | |
| fraid so | |
| Fuck it up yall | |
| In you face | |
| And down your throat | |
| It feels so good | |
| Thats all |