Zombie (feat. Jem VB)
This feeling on me
Eyes are white in the dead of the night
Got me in your mind like a zombie
Rolling suttin yeah deep they lost me
Take me off my head
Yeah I don't feel shit
I think I lost me
I think I'm lost
This club is way too squeezo
Dont remember when we rolled
I was meant to buck my bro
Come we go
But I can't see my people
Eyes at the back they're all upon me
And cos I got a tan she thinks my name's Figo
But suttin aint right tonight
Feel it inside
Is it just me tho?
Is it just me tho?
Feel like I've been here before
Is this the sequel
Feel like you can hear my thoughts
Stop feeling feeble
And I know that face there
But I don't know where and it feels like
Aye, what do I feel like?
I'm losing it
Losing it, losing it
On my feet, feel like they're sinking
So I think I should move a bit
The club is usually full of drunk women and hooligans
But all you can see in here is people moving delusional
With this
This feeling on me
Eyes are white in the dead of the night
Got me in your mind like a zombie (yo come off me)
Rolling suttin yeah deep they lost me
Take me off my head
Yeah I don't feel shit
I think I lost me
I think I'm lost
This feeling on me (on me on me)
Eyes are white in the dead of the night
Got me in your mind like a zombie (yo come off me)
Rolling suttin yeah deep they lost me
Take me off my head
Yeah I don't feel shit
I think I lost me
I think I'm lost
Black latex pulling up past me
So vague; it's the members' classes
High heels on the topless dancers
I find my foot where the bar is
I've got something in my drink
Something put in my glasses
Hot and cold in the rink
I think I turned so heartless
Deep underground, anything goes
War bunker straight under your nose
There's something under her nose
Shit's cracking into my dome
It's entered into my headspace
They're dragging her around like deadweight
What's that? I can't see straight
My knees are weak I can't walk straight
Lose myself I'm blacked out
I'm stuck on a Persian rug
Head resting on a concrete floor of shells and white and stuff
Lose myself I'm blacked out
In the club
I lose myself I'm blacked out
I'm blacked out off these -
This feeling on me
This feeling on me
Eyes are white in the dead of the night
Got me in your mind like a zombie
Rolling suttin yeah deep they lost me
Take me off my head
Yeah I don't feel shit
I think I lost me
I think I'm lost
This club is way too squeezo
Dont remember when we rolled
I was meant to buck my bro
Come we go
But I can't see my people
Eyes at the back they're all upon me
And cos I got a tan she thinks my name's Figo
But suttin aint right tonight
Feel it inside
Is it just me tho?
Is it just me tho?
Feel like I've been here before
Is this the sequel
Feel like you can hear my thoughts
Stop feeling feeble
And I know that face there
But I don't know where and it feels like
Aye, what do I feel like?
I'm losing it
Losing it, losing it
On my feet, feel like they're sinking
So I think I should move a bit
The club is usually full of drunk women and hooligans
But all you can see in here is people moving delusional
With this
This feeling on me
Eyes are white in the dead of the night
Got me in your mind like a zombie (yo come off me)
Rolling suttin yeah deep they lost me
Take me off my head
Yeah I don't feel shit
I think I lost me
I think I'm lost
This feeling on me (on me on me)
Eyes are white in the dead of the night
Got me in your mind like a zombie (yo come off me)
Rolling suttin yeah deep they lost me
Take me off my head
Yeah I don't feel shit
I think I lost me
I think I'm lost
Black latex pulling up past me
So vague; it's the members' classes
High heels on the topless dancers
I find my foot where the bar is
I've got something in my drink
Something put in my glasses
Hot and cold in the rink
I think I turned so heartless
Deep underground, anything goes
War bunker straight under your nose
There's something under her nose
Shit's cracking into my dome
It's entered into my headspace
They're dragging her around like deadweight
What's that? I can't see straight
My knees are weak I can't walk straight
Lose myself I'm blacked out
I'm stuck on a Persian rug
Head resting on a concrete floor of shells and white and stuff
Lose myself I'm blacked out
In the club
I lose myself I'm blacked out
I'm blacked out off these -
This feeling on me
This feeling on me
Credits
Writer(s): Magnus Brandt
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