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Annakin Slayd - Feels Like '93

NEW 2018 Version of "Feels Like '93" now available for stream and download Stream it on Spotify now... https://open.spotify.com/track/4MI8ho... iTunes https://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/fee... Song Credits Writing (A.Farrar, J. Daniel, M. Frederick) Back ups by Rachelle Houde (http://www.eleveneighty.ca/) Beat by Bridgetown Mixed and mastered by Mitch Album Produced by Annakin Slayd for Untimely Ripped Ent. Video Credits Production: Aviva Communications www.avivacorp.com Director: Cheng Get the 2009 version here... itunes: http://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/25-f... I believe that it’s meant to be and itFeels a little like ‘93With failing hands we hold it highAnd raise number 25 to the skyI believe we’re right in the mix and itFeels a little like ’86 With failing hands we hold it highAnd raise number 25 to the sky Here’s a rap from the cradle of organized sportsWhere we come together for a common causeI remember number 24The cheers busting out every house, every homeHard to believe was so long agoAnd I know we got a long long way to goI believe this city’s got a chance to cop itSo I bust my Cammalerri shirt and rock itSpoke to the ghost of the RocketTold me once the wheels are in motion can’t stop itYeah I thought back to that ten minute OWhen his tear drops blessed the Bell Center floorPut a lot of thought to what I’d rhyme aboutHow can I wrap my mind aroundLocking number 25 downThere’s never be a better time than now I believe that it’s meant to be and itFeels a little like ‘93With failing hands we hold it highAnd raise number 25 to the skyI believe we’re right in the mix and itFeels a little like ’86 With failing hands we hold it highAnd raise number 25 to the sky Let’s party all night for the red, blue and white And shine bright like the Place Ville Marie lights It’s been a century since 1909 And in a quarter of that time we’ve paraded with pride And if this year we win 25 There will have elated celebrations city-wide Sometimes I pass by the Big O And think since we lost the team we haven’t been exposed So I climb the tower, raise a glass up to the ‘Spos Then I snatch the torch and pass it to the ghosts I know this twenty fifth crusade won’t fail and we’ll be sipping from the holiest of grails Sometimes it’ s by the numbers we’re defined 23, 11, 31, 10 and 9 And maybe number one if you’re seeing the signs Because this year, I’m feeling and believing twenty-five