Change The Subject by Paula (CAN) Lyrics
[Verse 1]
When everything is right
Will you be by my side?
Don't know really if you are my girl
But I hope that you're mine
My girl, my girl, my girl, my girl
[Verse 2]
Every time I kiss you
Don't turn your face to mine
Don't know nothing 'bout you and me
But I know you closed your eyes
My girl, my girl, my girl, my girl
My girl, my girl, my girl, my girl
[Verse 3]
Every night it's you and me
Never in the day time
Only ever whispering
Never ever gonna make you mine
My girl, my girl, my girl, my girl
My girl, my girl, my girl, my girl
[Verse 4: Cadence Weapon]
My girl, she don't kiss in public
So I put a hole in the Republic
But if you ask, I might change the subject
And I won't budge it, I just can't budget
Now I diss her, friends used to be fixtures
In the mix like lamps, now they have to have fissures
Sticking to your dishes, devoted to her motives
Now baby, had to ask, who's taking all your photos?
Used to be a roller holding your Motorola
How you courted my aorta with the sorta things you said
Pro forma in the bed, cash roaming, all alone and
All atoning for the moments you were forming in my head
I stay forlorn on Van Horne, she's mired on the West Isle
'Cause something inside of me is driving me wild
[Outro]
Something inside of me driving me wild [x11]
Something inside of me, something inside of me
When everything is right
Will you be by my side?
Don't know really if you are my girl
But I hope that you're mine
My girl, my girl, my girl, my girl
[Verse 2]
Every time I kiss you
Don't turn your face to mine
Don't know nothing 'bout you and me
But I know you closed your eyes
My girl, my girl, my girl, my girl
My girl, my girl, my girl, my girl
[Verse 3]
Every night it's you and me
Never in the day time
Only ever whispering
Never ever gonna make you mine
My girl, my girl, my girl, my girl
My girl, my girl, my girl, my girl
[Verse 4: Cadence Weapon]
My girl, she don't kiss in public
So I put a hole in the Republic
But if you ask, I might change the subject
And I won't budge it, I just can't budget
Now I diss her, friends used to be fixtures
In the mix like lamps, now they have to have fissures
Sticking to your dishes, devoted to her motives
Now baby, had to ask, who's taking all your photos?
Used to be a roller holding your Motorola
How you courted my aorta with the sorta things you said
Pro forma in the bed, cash roaming, all alone and
All atoning for the moments you were forming in my head
I stay forlorn on Van Horne, she's mired on the West Isle
'Cause something inside of me is driving me wild
[Outro]
Something inside of me driving me wild [x11]
Something inside of me, something inside of me