[Chorus: John Newman]
You know I said it's true
I can feel the love, can you feel it too?
I can feel it (ah, ah)
I can feel it (ah, ah)
[Verse 1: Wightmaan]
Wightmaan, white rapper with the least money
The type to tell you I need you like it'd mean something
Chillin' back, Magic Flight in my right hand
Red light (let it go)
Pull up to the hotel, the hoe tell me we runnin' super late
She's not a ten, more than seven, I call her Super 8
Luminate while the moon is vaped, it only makes sense
To make cents you gotta be more well-spoken than shit that Buddha makes
Sugato, sugata; mi casa es su casa
I'mma rap until my money counter soundin' like Chewbacca
Like (brrrrrrrrrrrr), boom shaka laka
I ain't tryin' and I'm droppin' more bombs than Flex in Osaka
You mockin' 'em, why'd you say that? Bumpin' Em on my 8-tracks
He told me, "have no love, have no ceilings," like how Wayne rap
I ain't givin' no freebies, bro send me 'em back
If you're ill than homie I'm iller, like Reggie or Mac
[Chorus: John Newman and Wightmaan]
You know I said it's true
I can feel the love, can you feel it too?
I can feel it (ah, ah)
(I don't really feel the love, so I'mma stop 'til the beat's a hug)
You know I said it's true
I can feel the love, can you feel it too?
I can feel it (ah, ah)
(I don't really feel the love, so I'mma stop 'til the beat's a hug)
You know I said it's true
I can feel the love, can you feel it too?
I can feel it (ah, ah)
I can feel it (ah, ah)
[Verse 1: Wightmaan]
Wightmaan, white rapper with the least money
The type to tell you I need you like it'd mean something
Chillin' back, Magic Flight in my right hand
Red light (let it go)
Pull up to the hotel, the hoe tell me we runnin' super late
She's not a ten, more than seven, I call her Super 8
Luminate while the moon is vaped, it only makes sense
To make cents you gotta be more well-spoken than shit that Buddha makes
Sugato, sugata; mi casa es su casa
I'mma rap until my money counter soundin' like Chewbacca
Like (brrrrrrrrrrrr), boom shaka laka
I ain't tryin' and I'm droppin' more bombs than Flex in Osaka
You mockin' 'em, why'd you say that? Bumpin' Em on my 8-tracks
He told me, "have no love, have no ceilings," like how Wayne rap
I ain't givin' no freebies, bro send me 'em back
If you're ill than homie I'm iller, like Reggie or Mac
[Chorus: John Newman and Wightmaan]
You know I said it's true
I can feel the love, can you feel it too?
I can feel it (ah, ah)
(I don't really feel the love, so I'mma stop 'til the beat's a hug)
You know I said it's true
I can feel the love, can you feel it too?
I can feel it (ah, ah)
(I don't really feel the love, so I'mma stop 'til the beat's a hug)
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