Feel My Funk

The Growlers

Composición de: Brooks Nielsen/Matt Taylor
So low on money, I sold my truck
Woke up with nothing
'Cause all I had was drunk
All my plants are dead and my head's a mess
Just over my head, yes, I must confess
Everything floats the lower I go
How much further down is under low
Stand in my shoes, better wear some socks
Walk in my shoes, gonna feel my funk

Feel my funk, everybody get funked
Oh, feel my funk, feel the funk
Feel my funk, everybody get funked
Oh, feel my funk, feel the funk
Oh

Oh me, oh my, oh my own fault
My own luck, my wayward guts
And your folks aren't friends
Your friends aren't pets
No one is immune to unhappiness
How much further can low go?
Feeling for the bottom to, I know
When to swim up
'Cause am not sunk
Waterlogged is all
And it ain't all mind

Feel my funk, everybody gets stuck
Oh, feel my funk, feel the funk
Feel my funk, everybody get funked
Oh, feel my funk, feel the funk
Oh

So low on money, I sold my truck
Woke up with nothing
'Cause all I had was drunk
All my plants are dead and my head's a mess
Just over my head, yes, I must confess
Everything floats the lower I go
How much further down is underneath low
Stand in my shoes, better wear some socks
Walk in my shoes, gonna feel my funk

Feel my funk, everybody get funked
Oh, feel my funk, feel the funk
Feel my funk, everybody get funked
Oh, feel my funk, feel

You don't even know what someone's world is
Stand in my shoes and I'll stand in yours
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