Feel Good Inc.

Feel good.
Feel good.
Laughing guys, these highs mats fast cats,
Landing them up like ice cracks.
Play these ponies at the track, it's my chocolate attack.
Shit, I'm stepping in the heart of this year,
Carapet ripping in the heart of this year.
Watch me as I gravitate.
We gon' ghost town, this motown, with your sound,
You in the place.
Gonna bite the dust, can't fight with us, with your sound,
You're killing it.
So don't stop, get it, get it, until your shit I hit it.
Watch the way I navigate.
Windmill, windmill, father's land,
Turn forever hand in hand.