Girl

(They not know 'bout the sounds of Feng)

(Them boy not know 'bout the sounds of Feng)

(Feng)

In the club, I guess it's fun

Bitches on me, but I just want one

She's at home, but I'm outside

Flashin' lights, dollar signs

Lean in sprite, I'm feelin' 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 thinkin' 'bout you

Lookin' out the window, what a nice view

The sun is shinin', reminds me of you

Uh, 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