Take me to Nirvana {Sam Smith}

Feeling Myself

After editing that session, a good friend of mine called from Dallas. Her name was Celeste Pargas

"Hey loser, listen I'm in Austin right now and I'm in the downtown area. Text me your location so I can visit. See you."

I smiled at her voicemail and texted her my location. Sure enough 5 minutes later the studio doorbell rang, I saw her smiling face on the camera and let her in. We hugged and I lead her to the recording studio.

"Wow, this is yours?"
"Well yes and no, it belongs to a friend and manager."
"Napes huh?" She said picking up some mail "Guy needs to pay his mortgage."

I laughed and led her into the recording room.

"Its not like mine in Dallas but I like it, nice echo too."

Celeste was a singer back in Dallas, she was pretty famous and was doing better than I was. She was my best childhood friend.

"So, what are you working on?"
"New cover album, here listen."

I put in the CD and handed her headphones, she nodded her head to it which was a good thing.

"Sounds amazing." she said taking them off.
"Really?"
"Yeah, you're great at rapping. Hey, so you know how I love Beyonce, well I was thinking since we're both in the same business lets do an album cover."
"Which song?"
"Feeling Myself."

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After I taught her how to handle everything we both went into the recording studio and got ready to sing. I had already mastered the lyrics and Celeste knew them by heart.

The intro played and it all began:

"Yo C, they ready
Let's go

(Celeste)
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my

(Sophia)
I'm with some hood girls lookin' back at it
And a good girl in my tax bracket
Got a black car that let sax have it
These Chanel bags is a bad habit
I do balls, Dal Mavericks
My Maybach, black magnet
Bitch, never left but I'm back at it
And I'm feelin' myself, jack rabbit
Feelin' myself, back off
Cause I'm feelin' myself, jack off
Heard he thinks about me when he whacks off
Whacks off? Wax off
National anthem hats off
Then I curve that nigga like a bad toss
Lemme get a number 2 with some mac sauce
On The Run Tour with my mask off

(Celeste)
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my

Changed the game with that digital drop
Know where you was when that digital popped
I stopped the world
Male or female, it make no difference
I stop the world, world stop...
Carry on

(Sophia)
Kitty on pink, pretty on fleek
Pretty gang always keep them niggas on geek
Ridin' through Texas, fearin' for his breakfast
Everytime I whip it I be talkin' so reckless
He said "damn Nicki its tight"
I say "yeah nigga you right"
He say "damn bae you so little but you been really takin' that pipe"
I say "yes daddy I do, gimme brain like NYU"
I said "teach me, nigga, teach me
All this learnin' here is by you"

(Celeste)
I'm whippin' that work, he diggin' that work
I got it, tiny sips of that 36 of that real
Hank full of that bounce baby
Come get you some of that bounce baby

I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my

(Sophia)
Cookin' up that base, lookin' like a kilo
He just wanna taste, biggin' up my ego
(Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego)
Ridin' through Texas, ridin' through Texas
Smoke it all off, talkin' bout that high-grade
Baby hold up, I can kill your migraine
(Migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine)
Ridin' through Texas, ridin' through Texas

Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow
I have both and an empire or so
He gettin' gifts from Santa Claus at the North Pole
Today I'm icy but I'm prayin' for some more snow
Let that, let that nigga know
He in love with that coco
Why these bitches don't never be learnin'
You niggas will never get what I be earnin'
I'm still gettin' plaques from my records thats urban
Ain't gotta rely on top 40
I am a rap legend, just go ask the kings of rap
Who is the queen and things of that
Nature, look at my finger
That is a glacier, hits like a lazer
Flippin' on that work, trippin' off that purp
Flippin' up my skirt and I be whippin' all that work
Takin' trips with all them ki's, car keys got b's
Stingin' with the Queen C and we be whippin' all that D
Cause we dope girls we flawless
We the poster girls for all this
We run around with them ballers
Only real niggas on my call list
I'm the big kahuna, go let them hoes know
Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow

You like it don't you, snitches
Young money."

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We stopped the audio and Celeste literally jumped.

"I have an Idea!"
"What is it this time?"
"No hear me out. We need a music video."
"Cece.."
"C'mon it'll help both our careers! Pleaseeee."
"Okay, fine..."
"YES!"

She hugged me and danced around.

Hopefully I was feeling the right thing, because I wasn't feeling like myself.