Feeling (feat. Elodie)

(At an after party at six, when you were with her) Elodie
(In the bathroom, an hour at a party in L.A.) Tiziano
(In the elevator of a hotel) Ah-ah
(Out in the cold, outside a set)
(In the parking lot of a club)

You're the devil living on my shoulder
Walking with me, Ghetto Blasta
Your relationship's a total waste
And you just walk all over it and say
'How much does this silence cost us?'
Maybe more than Moysa
You wanna steal the soul of a popstar? (Uh-uh-uh-uh)

But you act like this
You hate me like R&B
We’ve got scratches from a CD
That’s somewhere in your Porsche (Uh)
Scent on the seats
That smells like us without clothes
It was just feeling (It was just feeling)
I loved you, maybe too much
Even more in secret

At an after party at six when you were with her
In the bathroom, an hour at a party in L.A
In the elevator of a hotel
Out in the cold, outside a set
In the parking lot of a club
Sunday night was beautiful, it was stupid
(It was beautiful, it was stupid)
You were with someone else, I wasn’t the only one (Uh)
You don’t trust me (No)
Just feeling
Just feeling

The last gem so we don’t get bored
One dilemma: sincere or liars?
You were looking for me late at night
And I’d just text you an address like for a cab

And yeah, it was beautiful like that
The broken mirrors and your jeans
But I went a little too deep
Maybe even too much
And more in secret

At an after party at six when you were with her
In the bathroom, an hour at a party in L.A
In the elevator of a hotel
Out in the cold, outside a set
In the parking lot of a club
Sunday night was beautiful, it was stupid
(It was beautiful, it was stupid)
You were with someone else, I wasn’t the only one
You don’t trust me
Just feeling
Just feeling

You’re one of the few souls in the world who knows who I am
Fuck me and then buy me a drink, like a Dom Pérignon
Erykah, Missy, Aaliyah, waking up from the night before
With Ghetto Blasta we were still tearing up all of Rome
You chase me and it’s scary and it tortures me
Hostile thoughts, you can dust it off and try again
(Dust it off and try again)
But it was just fe-fe-fe-fe-feeling

At an after party at six when you were with her
In the bathroom, an hour at a party in L.A
In the elevator of a hotel
Out in the cold, outside a set
In the parking lot of a club
Sunday night was beautiful, it was stupid
(It was beautiful, it was stupid)
You were with someone else, I wasn’t the only one (Uh)
You don’t trust me (No)
Just feeling
Just feeling