Nothing Feels The Same

By CLXUDA

Released on February 25, 2023

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[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