Someone fetch me my apron
I'm feelin' good
I'm feelin' good, I'm feelin' good
Someone fetch me my apron
I'm feelin' good, I'm feelin' good

Studying abroad
Abroad, abroad, abroad
Studying abroad
Abroad, abroad, abroad

Thinkin' I could make this many songs 'bout a lady
When I haven't met her, but she on me heavy, on my cerebellum
If I say I love her, am I wrong am I crazy
Am I overzealous, but I know the feeling, and I'm never wrong
Swear that I've been gifted with a song and a medley
It's intoxicating, it weigh on you heavy like the alcohol
We can do like anything you want, I'm amazing
Ey, brother, che chi

Thinking I can make this many songs about
My lady, she be havin' me up, down (Ooh, ooh)
I be in my feelings, sometimes I be jealous
But I keep it thuggin' like it's Makaveli
Ring, ring, hit my celly
Remember you went bad on me, I won't forget it
You said you gonna tell on me, now, won't you tell it?
In between the sheets, you know I got you yellin'

Yellin', yellin', yellin'
Someone give me a little bit of that bombam
Give me a little bit of that bombam
Let me get a little bit of that bombam, that bombam, do it do it (Yuh bombam)
It's amazing (Amazing)

Thinkin' I could make as many songs, oh
Say it say it say it again like
Thinkin' I could make as many songs, oh
If I say I love her, am I wrong?
Am I crazy, am I overzealous?
But I know the feeling, and I'm never wrong

Someone fetch me my apron
I'm feelin' good
I'm feelin' good, I'm feelin' good
You better, you better
Someone fetch me my apron
I'm feelin' good, I'm feelin' good