Skott - Benz Lyrics
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Benz
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What Are The Lyrics For Benz By Skott?
BENZ
You've got new friends now Driving a Benz now You, you got everything That I never needed I stayed up all night Trying to figure out How you got everything That I never needed Now it makes sense that we drift apart No need to reply to this I'm really happy with what I've got No looking for sympathy But still I get this feeling Like I'm not really healing You make it look so easy Every time you're leaving You've got new friends now Driving a Benz now You, you got everything That I never needed I stay up all night Trying to figure out How you got everything That I never needed Now I'm not jealous or anything I'm sure you will get me wrong Are you expecting me to believe You're already moving on? Cause I've still got this feeling That you're not really healing You make it look so easy Now tell me what's your secret 'Cause you've got new friends now Driving a Benz now You, you got everything That I never needed I stayed up all night Trying to figure out How you got everything That I never needed Take me, I I wouldn't mind fooling around you Take me, I I wouldn't mind fooling around you You've got new friends now Driving a Benz now You, you got everything That I never needed I stayed up all night Trying to figure out How you get everything And I'm only dreaming |
Who Wrote Benz By Skott?
Nicklas Lif, Pauline Skott
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What's The Duration Of The Benz By Skott?The duration of Benz is 3:48 minutes and seconds. |
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