Feelin' Myself
Miley Cyrus Lyrics


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I be everywhere everybody know me
Super, super fresh with a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy keep the chickens in check
All these car keys drive them chickens to my crib
Dru Hill? Got somebody sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get ahead
I just give her beats, I don't give her bread
'Cause we be in the club
Bottles on deck and god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself
'Cause I'm gon' get it all
And I'm a throw it up like god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself
Look up in the mirror, the mirror look at me
The mirror be like baby you the shit god dammit
You the shit, you the shit, you the shit god dammit
You the shit god dammit, you the shit, you the shit

I be everywhere, everybody know me
Catch me in the club hundred bottles on me
I get busy like a one liner
In the drop getting head baby never mind
We gettin' money why you playing with it
Pool in the crib you could land a water plane in it
Slick Rick looking at the mirror
Big Daddy Kane bitch Like Shakira
1.5 custom made car
Me and Will table looking like the bar
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem
And I don't give a fuck that's my fuckin' problem

And I don't give a fuck that's my whole M.O
I rock the whole globe with no problemo
Been rocking coats since my first demo
And now I'm banging hoes in the continental
And I done seen me slidin' out my dope ride
I open up the doors, suicide
I came from the bottom, the sewer side
I made it to the top 'Cause I do it fly
Feelin' fuckin' lucky like the fuckin' Irish
I see the whole game from my third Iris
I tour the whole word like a dirty pirate
To give the whole club some Miley Cyrus

Now everybody trippin' like they poppin' molly
Up in the club, is where you can find me
I do it real big never do it tiny
If you about that bullshit please don't remind me
I step in this motherfucker just to make it work
I get on the floor just to make that booty twerk
Shake, shake that ass like a, like an expert
Shake, shake that ass like a, like an expert

I be everywhere everybody know me
Super, super fresh with a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy keep the chickens in check
All these car keys drive them chickens to my crib
Dru Hill? Got somebody sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she give me head
I just give her beats, I don't give her bread
'Cause we be in the club
Bottles on deck and god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself
'Cause I'm gon' get it all
And I'm a throw it up like god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself
Look up in the mirror, the mirror look at me
The mirror be like baby you the shit god dammit
You the shit, you the shit, you the shit god dammit
You the shit god dammit, you the shit, you the shit

Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my wrist
Got a bottle of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist
Women of in your dreams sleep in my bed
So I don't need your brains I need my ass kissed
But all my homies like give me some head
Smoke joints till our eyes turn Indian red
Takes shots till our chests burn
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this let's get it started
The bigger the bill, the bigger you ball
The bigger the watch, the bigger the car, the bigger the star
The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you already know
The bigger the bank that's more hoes, nigga
And I done spent a quarter milli on clothes
Coppin' them old schools and puttin' foreigns on the road
Real talk and if my fuel get low
I roll up another joint take a shot and reload, pow

I be everywhere everybody know me
Super, super fresh with a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy keep the chickens in check
All these car keys drive them chickens to my crib
Dru Hill? Got somebody sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get ahead
I just give her beats, I don't give her bread
'Cause we be in the club
Bottles on deck and god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself
'Cause I'm gon' get it all
And I'm a throw it up like god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself
Look up in the mirror, the mirror look at me
The mirror be like baby you the shit god dammit




You the shit, you the shit, you the shit god dammit
You the shit god dammit, you the shit, you the shit yes sire

Overall Meaning

In Miley Cyrus' hit song "Feelin' Myself" featuring Will.i.Am, the lyrics celebrate living a high lifestyle and enjoying oneself. The opening verse details the singer's reputation of being well-known and liked everywhere she goes. She describes herself as being fresh and hip while also hinting at her wealth with the reference to a watch and jewelry from brands such as Hunny and Givenchy.


The lyrics also mention the singer's ability to attract women, describing how a woman will give them her "IQ" to get ahead in life, while the singer himself is only interested in giving her beats, not money. The verse continues with a boastful description of partying in clubs, with an emphasis on drinking and the overall feeling of being on top of the world.


The chorus of the song repeats the phrase "god dammit I'm feelin' myself" several times, emphasizing the celebratory and self-indulgent nature of the song. The second verse continues with descriptions of the singer's luxurious lifestyle, such as owning a pool a private planes could land in and being a lover of "bad bitches." The lyrics also mention how the singer has been able to travel the world and perform for large audiences.


Overall, the song celebrates living a lavish and self-indulgent lifestyle, enjoying oneself, and not caring what others think.


Line by Line Meaning

I be everywhere everybody know me
I'm famous and I'm all over the place


Super, super fresh with a dope styling
I look fresh and stylish


Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
I have honey on my wrist and several carats on my neck


Givenchy keep the chickens in check
I wear Givenchy and I am in charge


All these car keys drive them chickens to my crib
I have so many cars that people come to my house just to see them


Dru Hill? Got somebody sleeping on my bed
Even Dru Hill sleeps in my bed


She give me IQ, that mean she get ahead
I only care about a girl's intelligence if it means she's good at giving head


I just give her beats, I don't give her bread
I don't give girls money, I only give them music


'Cause we be in the club
Because we are in the club


Bottles on deck and god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself
We have a lot of alcohol and I feel great


'Cause I'm gon' get it all
Because I'm going to get everything


And I'm a throw it up like god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself
I'm going to show off because I feel great


Look up in the mirror, the mirror look at me
I look in the mirror and see myself


The mirror be like baby you the shit god dammit
The mirror tells me I'm amazing


You the shit, you the shit, you the shit god dammit
The mirror says it multiple times


You the shit god dammit, you the shit, you the shit
The mirror confirms that I'm amazing


I be everywhere, everybody know me
I'm famous and I'm all over the place


Catch me in the club hundred bottles on me
I always have a lot of alcohol with me at the club


I get busy like a one liner
I'm quick and efficient


In the drop getting head baby never mind
I don't want to talk about what's happening in the car


We gettin' money why you playing with it
We're making a lot of money and we're not playing around


Pool in the crib you could land a water plane in it
I have a big pool at my house


Slick Rick looking at the mirror
I'm looking in the mirror like Slick Rick


Big Daddy Kane bitch Like Shakira
I'm cool like Big Daddy Kane and sexy like Shakira


1.5 custom made car
I have a custom-made car that's worth 1.5 million dollars


Me and Will table looking like the bar
We have so many drinks on our table that it looks like a bar


I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem
I have a problem with liking girls who are trouble


And I don't give a fuck that's my fuckin' problem
I don't care and that's my problem


And I don't give a fuck that's my whole M.O
Not caring is my whole identity


I rock the whole globe with no problemo
I travel the world with ease


Been rocking coats since my first demo
I've been stylish since the beginning of my career


And now I'm banging hoes in the continental
I'm having sex with girls in my luxury car


And I done seen me slidin' out my dope ride
I've seen myself getting out of my cool car


I open up the doors, suicide
I open my car doors in a cool way


I came from the bottom, the sewer side
I came from a bad place


I made it to the top 'Cause I do it fly
I made it to the top because I'm cool


Feelin' fuckin' lucky like the fuckin' Irish
I feel really lucky


I see the whole game from my third Iris
I'm very perceptive


I tour the whole word like a dirty pirate
I travel the world like a pirate


To give the whole club some Miley Cyrus
I perform to bring joy to the whole club


Now everybody trippin' like they poppin' molly
Everyone is acting crazy like they're on drugs


Up in the club, is where you can find me
I am always at the club


I do it real big never do it tiny
Everything I do is big


If you about that bullshit please don't remind me
Don't talk about nonsense around me


I step in this motherfucker just to make it work
I go to the club to have a good time


I get on the floor just to make that booty twerk
I dance and make girls dance too


Shake, shake that ass like a, like an expert
Shake your butt like you're really good at it


She give me IQ, that mean she give me head
I only care about a girl's intelligence if it means she's good at giving head


Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my wrist
I have a joint in one hand and a Rolex watch on my wrist


Got a bottle of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist
I have an expensive bottle of champagne in my hand


Women of in your dreams sleep in my bed
I sleep with the girls of your dreams


So I don't need your brains I need my ass kissed
I don't care about your intelligence, I want you to praise me


But all my homies like give me some head
My friends also want oral sex


Smoke joints till our eyes turn Indian red
We smoke so much that our eyes become red like Indian people


Takes shots till our chests burn
We drink so much that our chests hurt


We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this let's get it started
We have everything we need to party, let's start


The bigger the bill, the bigger you ball
The more money you have, the bigger your lifestyle


The bigger the watch, the bigger the car, the bigger the star
The more expensive your watch and car, the more famous you are


The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you already know
The bigger your chain, the more successful you are


The bigger the bank that's more hoes, nigga
The more money you have, the more girls you can get


And I done spent a quarter milli on clothes
I spent a lot of money on clothes


Coppin' them old schools and puttin' foreigns on the road
I buy old-school cars and customize them


Real talk and if my fuel get low
Seriously, if I run out of gas


I roll up another joint take a shot and reload, pow
I smoke a joint, take a shot, and repeat


You the shit god dammit, you the shit, you the shit yes sire
You are amazing and I confirm it multiple times




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: MIKELY WILHELM ADAM, DIJON ISAIAH MCFARLANE, WILL ADAMS, KARIM KHARBOUCH, JEAN BAPTISTE KOUAME, CAMERON THOMAS

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Comments from YouTube:

@WyFryWab

Is it just me or did Miley get hella tall over the weekend XD

@badblexie2588

Its her high hills

@Lila27Elina

Lexie Sandoval Heels* lol

@badblexie2588

Same thing

@Joeybroke

Hills and heels are definitely not the same thing.

@badblexie2588

How cares nobody

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@rickydillon

miley will return

@alexmad04

Is she dead

@user-my4gk1yu7s

is best now

@carrieboas3840

+Ricky Dillon WHYYY

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