Feel Like Home
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Kato on the track)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Oh, this feeling don't give warning
And it's coming for your soul
And the conversations always flowing like the drugs
(Oh my God, hey)
Said you don't really feel like home no more
Had a long day away, and I don't really wanna stay
But you not really where I'm going no more
I'm taking off another way, there just isn't shit to say
I hope you fuck around and love ol' boy
And find your happy ever after, I just never fit that chapter
I was picturing it backwards, I was thinking that it matters
It don't, and it won't
Oh, this feeling don't give warning
And it's coming for your soul
And the conversations always flowing like the drugs
(Oh my God, hey)
Yeah, I swear these up and downs tragic
We just really never have it
We just never really had it
We been praying for some magic
We been thinking of a way out
Smoke and then we play house
Love until we say, "Ouch"
Grab your shit and stay out
Think we bipolar, I'm addicted to it
Got good intention, you never listen to it
Think you know the damage but you missing who it's
Effecting in the cross, flick your lighter, then a toss damn
Oh, this feeling don't give warning
And it's coming for your soul
And the conversations always flowing like the drugs
(Oh my God, hey)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
I start feeling, always feeling
Don't you leave me
But this feels like home
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Kato on the track)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Oh, this feeling don't give warning
And it's coming for your soul
And the conversations always flowing like the drugs
(Oh my God, hey)
Said you don't really feel like home no more
Had a long day away, and I don't really wanna stay
But you not really where I'm going no more
I'm taking off another way, there just isn't shit to say
I hope you fuck around and love ol' boy
And find your happy ever after, I just never fit that chapter
I was picturing it backwards, I was thinking that it matters
It don't, and it won't
Oh, this feeling don't give warning
And it's coming for your soul
And the conversations always flowing like the drugs
(Oh my God, hey)
Yeah, I swear these up and downs tragic
We just really never have it
We just never really had it
We been praying for some magic
We been thinking of a way out
Smoke and then we play house
Love until we say, "Ouch"
Grab your shit and stay out
Think we bipolar, I'm addicted to it
Got good intention, you never listen to it
Think you know the damage but you missing who it's
Effecting in the cross, flick your lighter, then a toss damn
Oh, this feeling don't give warning
And it's coming for your soul
And the conversations always flowing like the drugs
(Oh my God, hey)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
I start feeling, always feeling
Don't you leave me
But this feels like home
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Rowland, Chris Ju, Michael Gomes
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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