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Lucky Daye - Feels Like (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lucky Daye
Lucky Daye
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dernst "D'Mile" Emile II
Dernst "D'Mile" Emile II
Songwriter
Lucky Daye
Lucky Daye
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Kercy
John Kercy
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
D'Mile
D'Mile
Producer
Dernst "D'Mile" Emile II
Dernst "D'Mile" Emile II
Producer

Lyrics

So complicated This should be plain and simple, yeah Don't have to say shit, hush 'Round and 'round and 'round we go At my tempo We're not supposed to be here But I give you more than just somethin' You better focus more clear 'Cause we can't afford to break nothin' It should feel like love whenever we touch But we can't get stuck in the color of lust Don't it feel like love, love? Feels like love, love Stimulated Can't fight it 'cause we're gonna lose Manipulate me, baby Make me do what you want me to, to We're not supposed to be here But I give you more than just somethin' You better focus more clear 'Cause we can't afford to break nothin' It should feel like love whenever we touch But we can't get stuck in the color of lust Don't it feel like love, love? Feels like love, love It should feel like love whenever we touch But we can't get stuck in the color of lust Don't it feel like love, love? Feels like love, love (One, two, three) Dearly departed Last love died from broken, heartless Everybody out here love to start shit I could see me, you, new apartment I could see three two kid departments Must be hell how we keep it sparkin' See you doin' well and you still ain't lost it Every single line, say you wanna cross it You can cross that out with these SI diamonds Red bottoms, cross that out Uh, puppy Best guy in the world ever Cross that out Uh, faithful, loyal You can cross all of these out Uh, Barbados London, Paris I think we done it all now Or at least in my mind Do what you wanna do, baby Don't stay gone too long Oh, I need you now Stick around, I'll take you to meet my uncle, Uncle Pernel We call him "PP Party," he the handicap rapper He the coolest motherfucker
Writer(s): Dernst Emile Ii, David Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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