Feng contrasts the excitement of a night out with a deep longing for someone special. Surrounded by the superficiality of flashy nightlife and fleeting attention from random women, his mind remains fixated on her. He captures the emotional distance and longing with an atmospheric, jerky beat, vivid...
[Intro]
(They not know 'bout the sounds of Feng)
(Them boy not know 'bout the sounds of Feng)
(Feng)
[Verse]
In the club, I guess it's fun
Bitches on me, but I just want one
She's at home, but I'm outside
Flashin' lights, dollar signs
Lean in sprite, I'm feelin' fine
It doesn't feel right to me
I'd rather be in your sight
I didn't say I went out tonight
I'm in Brixton thinkin' 'bout you
Lookin' out the window, what a nice view
The sun is shinin', reminds me of you
Uh, beam of light in a world full of gloom
I can still feel your energy from a different room
Smell the roses from your cheap perfume
I feel your pain, but is that rude to assume?
Don't wanna pull your strings 'cause I think we're in tune