Nothing Feels The Same Songtext

Audrey Nuna

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Nothing Feels The Same Songtext
Ri-riding your Bentayga blue, if that means you'll love-
Rid-Riding your Bentayga blue

Bam, bam, shot you down
All this shit don't hits the ground
Propping up that webbie cam
Play me like Sinatra jam
Bam, bam, Jackie Chan
I just sing don't do no dance
I just shit don't hit no brands
I'm gettin' buff from heavy plans

Oh, oh
I can't really lie, nothing feels the same
Oh, oh
I can't really lie, nothing feels the same

Bam, bam, open soup
Flies, fuck 'em, Cockatoo
Hiding out in Amsterdam
Realize by the chopper grounds
Bang, bang, what it do?
Guess I'm just so fucking cool
Riding your Bentayga Blue
If that means you'll love me too
Bang, bang, don't you move
Before they tell you what thеy tell you off the roof
2018 I was making no plans
2019 I was taking a chance
Jig so high, and thе skies stay yellow
Blue grass, I was smokin' that jello

Oh, oh, I can't really lie, nothing feels the same
Oh, oh, I can't really lie, nothing feels the same (I can't, I can't, I can't lie)
Oh, oh, I can't really lie, nothing feels the same (I can't, I can't, I can't lie, I can't lie)
Oh, oh, I can't really lie, nothing feels the same (I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't lie, I can't lie)
(I do, I do, I do) I can't really lie, nothing feels the same (Nothing feels the same, nothing feels the same)
I can't really lie, nothing feels the same
I can't, I can't really lie, nothing feels the same (Nothing feels the same)
I can't really lie, nothing feels the same

Riding your Bentayga blue
If that means you'll love me too
Your Bentayga Blue
If that means you'll love me
Riding, riding your Bentayga blue
If that means you'll love me too
Your Bentayga Blue
If that means you'll love me

(Ok)
(Ok, ok, ok)
Marry for visa and his wifey does his PayPal
Now they going steady after visa and the PayPal, yeah
Yeah, I guess I'm petty
Yeah, yeah, I guess I'm petty
We were co-dependent
Yeah, I guess I'm petty
We were co-dependent
You wanna dip already?
Can't get Kenny on the phone
Till I'm coping like Monet
God, just give my ass a break
Heart is burning from the stake out
Baby throw a bone
Yeah, I'm working everyday
I be working like too late
I been living off the takeout