Feelings
Birkin Bags, all on her lap
Har subah, Har shaam
Rahu teri panah mein
Ek tera ho naam
Har jagah, Har kahi
Har dum hum saath ho
Tu ho durr nahi
Meri rab se dua yahi
Ye waqt beetein nahi
This instrumental got me in my feelings, whoa
This instrumental got me in my feelings
I've been running fields, I'm tryna catch some millions, whoa
But I think I'm just caught up in your visions
Every time I dream of you, you make a killing
Damn it, I think I'm just in my
You gotta pick your phone, I'm gonna hit your home
You gotta pick your phone girl, I'm gonna hit your home
Bet I got some old ties, you know I ain't alone
Wait, lemme get this life right, Then I'm gone bring you home
Har subah, Har shaam
Tujhse baatein kara karu
Aur na koi ho kaam
Jab tu ho paas mere
Dhadkan ruk ke chale
Saanse thamne lagein
Hum dono yun mile
Sab theherne lagein
When I see your 'gram, you dripping in designers
Looking fine as hell, I think I'm kinda losing up my conscience
Send them DMs tryna makeup to you Mami
I think we should start a family, you my constant
You so fly, you go high up in the sky up, whoa
I'm choosing faith, I'm tired of keeping high hopes
Every time I dream of you, you say the line back
Damn it, I think I'm just in my
You gotta pick your phone, I'm gonna hit your home
You gotta pick your phone girl, I'm gonna hit your home
Bet I got some old ties, you know I ain't alone
Wait, lemme get this life right, Then I'm gone bring you home
Har subah, Har shaam
Rahu teri panah mein
Ek tera ho naam
Har jagah, Har kahi
Har dum hum saath ho
Tu ho durr nahi
Meri rab se dua yahi
Ye waqt beetein nahi
This instrumental got me in my feelings, whoa
This instrumental got me in my feelings
I've been running fields, I'm tryna catch some millions, whoa
But I think I'm just caught up in your visions
Every time I dream of you, you make a killing
Damn it, I think I'm just in my
You gotta pick your phone, I'm gonna hit your home
You gotta pick your phone girl, I'm gonna hit your home
Bet I got some old ties, you know I ain't alone
Wait, lemme get this life right, Then I'm gone bring you home
Har subah, Har shaam
Tujhse baatein kara karu
Aur na koi ho kaam
Jab tu ho paas mere
Dhadkan ruk ke chale
Saanse thamne lagein
Hum dono yun mile
Sab theherne lagein
When I see your 'gram, you dripping in designers
Looking fine as hell, I think I'm kinda losing up my conscience
Send them DMs tryna makeup to you Mami
I think we should start a family, you my constant
You so fly, you go high up in the sky up, whoa
I'm choosing faith, I'm tired of keeping high hopes
Every time I dream of you, you say the line back
Damn it, I think I'm just in my
You gotta pick your phone, I'm gonna hit your home
You gotta pick your phone girl, I'm gonna hit your home
Bet I got some old ties, you know I ain't alone
Wait, lemme get this life right, Then I'm gone bring you home
Credits
Writer(s): Manav Sharma
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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