Nothing Compares (2024 Remastered Version)

The way you talk, the way you walk
The way you wear that fucking dress
I mean your smile, I mean your style
It's what's got me all a mess
Cause nothing compares, to you, to you
Nothing compares, to you, to you

The way you talk, the way you walk
The way you wear that fucking dress
I mean your smile, I mean your style
It's what's got me all a mess
Cause nothing compares, to you, to you
Nothing compares, to you, to you

(Uhh)
I remember how we first met
At some wild party, we was both bent
Jammin Bob Marley while we smoked sess
You and your Bacardi I was on Henn
Then we made our move to the next room
Conversation lead to a chill mood
Visions In my head of me on you
I'm telling you Instead we should go cruise
Admiring your frame I was lost
You wore a nigga's chain like a boss
Diamonds on her ring and cross
Shutting down the game, no pause
Always got my back like a front seat
If we were a track you'd be the drum beat
When I'm on her back I make her dumb weak
I swear she must be crack cause I'm a junkie

The way you talk, the way you walk
The way you wear that fucking dress
I mean your smile, I mean your style
It's what's got me all a mess
Cause nothing compares, to you, to you
Nothing compares, to you, to you

The way you talk, the way you walk
The way you wear that fucking dress
I mean your smile, I mean your style
It's what's got me all a mess
Cause nothing compares, to you, to you
Nothing compares, to you, to you

(ok huh)
You my most high, you my best side
You the reason why a nigga doing so right
You shine bright, no lie
And I thought that I was dreaming but I wake up from it each night
She the one who made a nigga wanna grow up
So It wouldn't feel right If I ain't show love
You the type I wanna show off
Make them fake hoes wanna fold up
You the realest one I ever met
Feeling like I won and I ain't play yet
Need you like a smoker need a cigarette
In this game of Poker you my winning set
They say sky is the limit
Well I'll settle just as long as you In it
You my seconds to my minutes
My checkered flag at the finish

The way you talk, the way you walk
The way you wear that fucking dress
I mean your smile, I mean your style
It's what's got me all a mess
Cause nothing compares, to you, to you
Nothing compares, to you, to you

The way you talk, the way you walk
The way you wear that fucking dress
I mean your smile, I mean your style
It's what's got me all a mess
Cause nothing compares, to you, to you
Nothing compares, to you, to you



Credits
Writer(s): Jorge Gomez
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