Lyrics: DEAD RXSE
Music: DEAD RXSE
Arranger: DEAD RXSE
Do you feel it as intention made us
But it’s not the turn for you confess the feeling
As we on the ceiling
I couldn’t hold that feeling
We shared the spray of fragrance as you leaving
Feel like you ain’t leaving
Why your silage gone sense
Tryna hold you in my continuous
But I should’ve let it slide
And I should have died
Stunt me at the first sight
Paris has no sunset
The smell getting too high
The smell getting too high
Who am I to call you stay
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The way you feeling
I thought I was fooled
Do my song the flirt way
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You thought I was finished
Running away,running away from the love
Running away,running away from the love
Done the way I can let you noticed
Done the way I can’t let you know this
let me do it again,do it in tense
Nobody doing it same
When sights,swirl,I might do it afraid
Her eyes,pearl,I might falling again
Got me thinking after all these
How to do better
Do you feel it as intention made us
But it’s not the turn for you confess the feeling
As we on the ceiling
I couldn’t hold that feeling
We shared the spray of fragrance as you leaving
Feel like you ain’t leaving
Why your silage gone sense
Tryna hold you in my continuous
But I should’ve let it slide
And I should have died
Stunt me at the first sight
Paris has no sunset
The smell getting too high
The smell getting too high
a little essence, huh
is it the air when you get close? is it your beauty to behold, girl? i still don't know
am I going too fast? babe, is it the words you never told is it the dress you wore unfold,
or is it the sweats you left on my clothes, girl
it's your body, it's your body, it's your body, kiss your body like that, hmm ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody, got me feeling like that when you turn around
from the back, to the front, do a hunnid rounds it's you,
that I don't wanna lose
I'm holding on you
Do you feel it as intention made us
But it’s not the turn for you confess the feeling
As we on the ceiling
I couldn’t hold that feeling
We shared the spray of fragrance as you leaving
Feel like you ain’t leaving
Why your silage gone sense
Tryna hold you in my continuous
But I should’ve let it slide
And I should have died
Stunt me at the first sight
Paris has no sunset
The smell getting too high
The smell getting too high