Feel Storm
I remember when
We were on the phone
Texting for all day
"You never feel that before"
The vibes were the same
Passing through the phone
Lot of time spent
We needed a little more
Ohh, another day
Maybe hi babe?
Now strangers Damn!
Why I feel less?
Maybe a kind of game?
Baby what's wrong with you
Private? What you said?
Are you serious?
I feel denied
I feel the love
I feel the lies
Before you turn then off
Down on my knees
Down from the top
My love, you got me
On a feel storm
Sometimes with your friends,
Or when we are alone
I fall of your trends
At least say something, my love
What do you pretend?
Wait for you more months
Babe, you got the space
I'm not your seasonal clothes
You leave and forget
What you said you love
That I am your base.
Your Lover, friend, and support
I'll wait for you there
You know, tired and bored
Cause you are my base
My lover, friend, and support
Ohh, another day
Maybe hi babe?
Now strangers Damm!
Why I feel less?
Maybe a kind of game?
Baby what's wrong with you
Private? What you said?
Are you serious?
I feel denied
I feel the love
I feel the lies
Before you turn then off
Down on my knees
Down from the top
My love, you got me
On a feel storm
On a feel storm
Before you turn it off
Down from the top
On a feel storm
From here someday I'll leave
I'll send you the bill
Will you get tired of me?
I know this is what I need
From here someday I'll leave
(Direct to therapy)
I'll send you the bill
(You will not here from me)
Will you get tired of me?
(Please, I need it)
I know this is what I need (Whatever)
I feel denied
I feel the love
I feel the lies
Before you turn then off
Down on my knees
Down from the top
My love, you got me
On a feel storm
I feel denied
I feel the love (On a feel storm)
I feel the lies
Before you turn then off (Before you turn it off)
Down on my knees
Down from the top (Down from the top)
My love, you got me
On a feel storm (On a feel storm)
From here someday I'll leave
I'll send you the bill (On a feel storm)
Will you get tired of me?
I know this is what I need
On a feel storm
We were on the phone
Texting for all day
"You never feel that before"
The vibes were the same
Passing through the phone
Lot of time spent
We needed a little more
Ohh, another day
Maybe hi babe?
Now strangers Damn!
Why I feel less?
Maybe a kind of game?
Baby what's wrong with you
Private? What you said?
Are you serious?
I feel denied
I feel the love
I feel the lies
Before you turn then off
Down on my knees
Down from the top
My love, you got me
On a feel storm
Sometimes with your friends,
Or when we are alone
I fall of your trends
At least say something, my love
What do you pretend?
Wait for you more months
Babe, you got the space
I'm not your seasonal clothes
You leave and forget
What you said you love
That I am your base.
Your Lover, friend, and support
I'll wait for you there
You know, tired and bored
Cause you are my base
My lover, friend, and support
Ohh, another day
Maybe hi babe?
Now strangers Damm!
Why I feel less?
Maybe a kind of game?
Baby what's wrong with you
Private? What you said?
Are you serious?
I feel denied
I feel the love
I feel the lies
Before you turn then off
Down on my knees
Down from the top
My love, you got me
On a feel storm
On a feel storm
Before you turn it off
Down from the top
On a feel storm
From here someday I'll leave
I'll send you the bill
Will you get tired of me?
I know this is what I need
From here someday I'll leave
(Direct to therapy)
I'll send you the bill
(You will not here from me)
Will you get tired of me?
(Please, I need it)
I know this is what I need (Whatever)
I feel denied
I feel the love
I feel the lies
Before you turn then off
Down on my knees
Down from the top
My love, you got me
On a feel storm
I feel denied
I feel the love (On a feel storm)
I feel the lies
Before you turn then off (Before you turn it off)
Down on my knees
Down from the top (Down from the top)
My love, you got me
On a feel storm (On a feel storm)
From here someday I'll leave
I'll send you the bill (On a feel storm)
Will you get tired of me?
I know this is what I need
On a feel storm
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Writer(s): Cristhian Camilo Sepulveda Taba
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