Nothing Feels The Same

[Intro]
CLXUDA

[Chorus]
How you finna leave to better yourself?
You gotta think that's fucking selfish, and no way you care about how I felt
I got a pen and paper, write about what I’m feeling
Everything is a phase, and it changes like the seasons
I got many things poppin' in my life
Keep fucking coming 'til it’s piling to the side
Got me stressin' all the fucking time
I can barely even sleep at night
And it's hauntin' 'til I see the light
But I'm never folding when it's time
Got me tunnel-visioned like a dark road
Following the wind, seeing where the fuck it really goes
I got fucking battlе scars that are mending out my clothes
And it rеally fucking shows that you really on your own, uh
Nothing ever feel the same
How you calling me a lame?
How am I the one to blame?
Then you dirty up my name
Damn, you don't got no fucking shame
Now, you twisting up the game
Hope you think about this when you going to your grave

[Verse 1]
Fuck that, I’m over that, I got a couple fuck-ups
I’m taking time to reminisce on when we had each other
But, now, that shit is over, why should I even bother?
Damn, we had something special, really like no other, yeah
Always reinventing myself, and tryna better myself
Living life to the fullest, give a damn how you felt
Always on my own, pushing through the hell
I'ma make it through this fucking shit, no matter what you tell, yeah

[Verse 2]
Vision getting jaded, and the words are getting faded
Feelin’ hella nauseous, I don't know if I can even take it
See a lot of fucking snakes, and they gotta be replaced
Slithering away, you go meet the motherfucking blade, yeah
Overthinking throughout the day
Man, I hate this fucking state
Always on my mind, leading me astray
Being sympathetic for a bitch
Who never gave a damn, not a bit
Shoulda cut it off when it really didn't click

[Chorus]
How you finna leave to better yourself?
You gotta think that's fucking selfish, and no way you care about how I felt
I got a pen and paper, write about what I’m feeling
Everything is a phase, and it changes like the seasons
I got many things poppin' in my life
Keep fucking coming 'til it's piling to the side
Got me stressin' all the fucking time
I can barely even sleep at night
And it's hauntin' 'til I see the light
But I'm never folding when it's time
Got me tunnel-visioned like a dark road
Following the wind, seeing where the fuck it really goes
I got fucking battle scars that are mending out my clothes
And it really fucking shows that you really on your own, uh
Nothing ever feel the same
How you calling me a lame?
How am I the one to blame?
Then you dirty up my name
Damn, you don't got no fucking shame
Now, you twisting up the game
Hope you think about this when you going to your grave