Feel Inside (And Stuff Like That)

Wooohooohoooa
Wooohohohoh
Wooohoohooo
Wooohohohooooo

There are children who are so unwell
They have to live their lives in hospital
They're feeling lospital
Mospital

Children getting sicker
Drinking too much bubble mixture
They all just wanna be bubbles
We all just wanna be bubbles

There must be something we can do
To stop these kids from doin spews

Feel inside
And stuff like that
Open up the lids
Helpa helpa helpa the kids
Feel inside
And stuff like that
Open up the lids
Helpa helpa helpa the kids

Kids need us to come together
We can make them better
We can get them some feta

Can raffle scooters, cars and movie vouchers
John stop blowin all the money on couches

We need a million and a hundred
Ten and twenty one dollars

We need to build a trap so we can catch all the robbers
Then we'll take their money
We'll rob the robbers
So we can fill a house
Fill a house full of dollars

We'll go to peoples homes and ask to borrow some money
They'll probably all just give us some money
We give them back less money and cause a confusion
That's the solution
Yeah that's the colusion

Feel inside
And stuff like that
Open up the lids
Helpa helpa helpa the kids
Feel inside
Feel inside
Open up the lids,
Helpa helpa helpa the kids.

The banks got the money
The money they get it from the Prime Minister
The Prime Minister gets it from the Queen
The Queen gets the money from the bank
Who gets it from the Prime Minister
The craziest financial system I've ever seen

The kids that are sick can't do hip-hop anymore
Their tummies, their tummies could be very sore
We've gotta dig for some oil and some crystals and gold
Collect teeth for the tooth fairy and put'em in a bowl
In a bowl
In a bowl
In a bowl
In a bowl
In a bowl
In a bowl
A giant bowl
In a giant bowl

Stop writing lyrics about yourself
Get your magic wand up off the shelf
Oh no that wands not there anymo
I know late night come knock at my door
We sneak in the room
When my parents snore
My dad leaves his jeans lyin on the floor
In his back packet we could score
Get about 50 dollars
Or maybe more
Your dad catches you with wallet in hand
Say it's for the kids
He'll understand
Don't need to worry
Don't need to hide
I just tell my dad to feel inside

Feel inside
And stuff like that
Open up the lids,
Helpa helpa helpa the kids
Feel inside
And stuff like that
Open up the lids
Helpa helpa helpa the kids



Credits
Writer(s): Printz Board, Bret Peter Mckenzie, Jemaine Atea Clement, Mario Dewann James, Dervk Mitchell
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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