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Winston Surfshirt - Of Another Kind (feat. Milan Ring & Jerome Farah) lyrics

Artist: Winston Surfshirt

album: Panna Cotta


Whoa, whoa, whoa, ooh
Whoa, whoa, whoa, ooh
Whoa, whoa, whoa, ooh
Whoa, whoa, whoa, ooh
When I look at you, I don't wonder why
You've been running heavy on my mind
When I look at you, all that I could find
You a woman of another kind
Of another kind
Of another kind
Of another kind
Of another kind
Of another kind
Of another kind
Of another kind
Of another kind
Of another kind
You don't know it yet but (damn)
We gonna feel it soon (what?)
Look at you and know I'll never be immune
Don't get too excited (damn)
Just my point of view (what?)
I can feel inside that I'm just missing you (I'm just missing you)
When I look at you, all that I could find
You a woman of another kind
Of another kind
Of another kind
Of another kind
Of another kind
Of another kind
Of another kind
Of another kind
Of another kind
Of another kind
You know I'm of another kind, huh?
No chat, I can read your mind, yeah
See that's why you took your time, uh, uh-uh
You wanna get your dime
Piece tonight, pleased tonight
I'll put a stop to the tease tonight
If you really wanna come back home with me tonight
Flip of the coin, got the keys to drive
I know you really wanna take it, show composure
While everybody wants to make it, I'll employ ya
And I don't really wanna say this, full disclosure
The piece of gold that you derive
Forfeit control to the divine
When I look at you, I don't wonder why
You've been running heavy on my mind (running heavy on my mind)
When I look at you, all that I could find
You a woman of another kind
Of another kind
Of another kind
Of another kind
Of another kind
Of another kind
Of another kind
Of another kind
Of another kind
Of another kind
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up, hold up, hold up
You say she only loving on you? Come on, dude, nah, ya know it ain't true
We the side piece, side D, side dude
It's the way it go, why you doing too much?
Really tryna cuff man, you is outta luck
Shorty ain't looking for fiancé
She just cooking for a little entrée
She looking for the long
After a long day
This ain't love (but it's close enough)
Ooh, she bad (that makes both of us)
While you're busy in your feels, she's in her bag (ooh, in her bag)
This ain't real (but it's close enough)
Would you look at that? (Uh, got me choking up)
This might be the best I ever had (ya, ya, ya, yeah)
When I look at you, I don't wonder why
You've been running heavy on my mind
When I look at you, all that I could find
You a woman of another kind
Of another kind
Of another kind
Of another kind
Of another kind
Of another kind
Of another kind
Of another kind
Of another kind
Of another kind
(Yeah) whoa, whoa, whoa, ooh
Whoa, whoa, whoa, ooh
Whoa, whoa, whoa, ooh
Whoa, whoa, whoa, ooh
Whoa, whoa, whoa, ooh
Whoa, whoa, whoa, ooh
Whoa, whoa, whoa, ooh
Whoa, whoa, whoa, ooh
Whoa, whoa, whoa, ooh

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