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Tool I Feel Alright

sight Radio burning up above Beautiful baby be my love Alright feel cool always Alright feel cool always I feel alright I feel alright I feel alright Feel alright

like an animal I like the rock'n rolll, the funk, the jazz and hip-hop Suckers get loud, I drop em I like ( ? ) I'm Bronx Bob, bring the beats and I'

my tools I follow all the rules I'm a handyman I've purchased all my sweets I've cooked up all my treats I'm a candyman It's alright, baby 'Cause I'

am I'm not like these other fellas although I know you think I am Even though I kick it with a lot of - females I can honestly tell you that I ain'

gun and then I shoot I never been a front, I never a fraud I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord 'Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed

sigh She said, "I wish that I was beautiful or that you were halfway blind And I wish I weren't so goddamned fat, I wish that you were mine And I wish

Alright I've grown tired of all this emptiness So deeper and deeper I dig into the dark I'm searching for tools to patch me up But the more I find the

, we gon' share 'em, when I'm finished we all switch I ain't really got the time, yo I'm chillin' with Ludacris Stop and twist the Buddha, got me feelin

you're equally expendable as spoon-fed, (money money), money is cool I'm only human but they use it as a tool to make the workers feel excluded, like