Lyrics

How about this weather? Keeps getting cold and then it gets hot We never did that We talked about it a lot I'm still thinkin' 'bout it You caught me thinking about my feelings Feeling control I can feel it Feeling control I don't feel like Chinese food I don't feel like Indian food I don't feel like Italian food I don't feel like Chinese food Feeling control I heard you live close to the Dobie I used to live there too Above the seven double one, but I recently moved That's kind of crazy, that's where you bought your blues Babe, I want to get to know you You've got me looking for clues I want to know about your weekend spent I want to know how much you pay in rent Did you workout holidays? I'm making mental notes on little things that you say I can't feel, feel, feel, feel, I can't feel I can't feel, feel, feel, feel, I can't feel I want to hear about the meat you meet Are the feet you use to stomp away the work week asleep? What will you tell me about your daddy's way? You know I'm making mental notes on little things that you say Feeling control Feeling control I can feel it Feeling control I can feel it Feeling control I can feel it Feeling, feeling control Feeling control I can feel it
Writer(s): James Petralli, Steven Terebecki, Sam Cohen, Conrad Choucroun Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out