Red lips, black dress, she left perfume in my bed
I've had bodies up at night, but her ghost lives in my head
She don't text, she don't call, she just haunts me in the dark
Every girl that touches me, can't erase her from my heart
And I pretend I'm fine, Mmm
While I pour another line
But her name in neon lights
Still bleeds through my mind
Nothing feels like her, not the drugs, not the girls, not the world
I could drown in gold and fur, but I'd burn it all for her
Nothing feels like her, not the night, not the fame, not the curves
She the sin I still prefer, and the pain I still incur
She moved on, I stayed the same, changed my name, still feel the shame
Got her blocked, but every song still got her running through the flame
Penthouse view with empty sheets, I fuck models, still feel weak
They moan my name, but in my head, it's only her voice when I sleep
I see her in strangers, I taste her in smoke
She left me with echoes, I carry alone
Eyes like danger, kiss like war
But I keep looking, just for more
Nothing feels like her, not the drugs, not the girls, not the world
I could drown in gold and fur, but I'd burn it all for her
Nothing feels like her, not the night, not the fame, not the curves
She the sin I still prefer, and the pain I still incur
Yeah She's still in the mirror, still in the rhythm
Still in the silence, still in the system
Young Bula, baby