Lyrics: I'm Feng
Music: I'm Feng
They not know 'bout the sounds of Feng
The boy not know 'bout the sounds of Feng
(Feng, Feng)
In the club, and this is fun
Bitches on me but I just want one
She's at home but I'm outside
Flashing lights, dollar signs
Lean in sprite, I'm feeling fine
It doesn't feel right to me
I'd rather be in your sight
I didn't say I went out tonight
I'm in Brixton, thinking 'bout you
Looking out the window, what a nice view
The sun is shining, reminds me of you
Beam of light, in a world full of gloom
I can still feel your energy from a different room
Smell the roses from your cheap perfume
I feel your pain, but is that rude to assume?
Don't wanna pull your strings 'cause I think we're in tune