All my nights given to you
I got two black eyes, singin' the truth, yeah
And I fight my way into your sex
I mold myself into the shapes that make me blue
All this time I was confused
Tryna be somebody with somethin' to lose, yeah
And they say, "Boy, don't talk about it, just sing," yeah
"It ain't real, but at least you got an American dream"
Nothing compares to the feeling
What I get when I'm back on the street
Nothing compares to the feeling
When I get back on my feet
Nothing compares to the feeling
When my back up against the wall
Nothing compares to the feeling
Like it's just me against it all
All my rights, they could abuse
I got two black eyes in the news, yeah
And they say, "Boy, don't talk about it, just sing," yeah
"It ain't real, but at least you got an American dream"
Nothing compares to the feeling (Oh, oh)
What I get when I'm back on the street (Street)
Nothing compares to the feeling (Noth', nothin')
When I get back on my feet (When I get back on my feet)
Nothing compares to the feeling
When my back up against the wall (When my back up against the wall)
Nothing compares to the feeling
Like it's just me against it all
Nothing compares
Nothing compares
Nothing compares
Nothing compares
City-wide on the speaker
Freeway for the re-up
Caught me scammin' on the VISA, yeah
Tell Complex, I'm poppin' off sneakers
Ex girl said she can't hang, nah
Ex label, what a damn shame
But you can't stop the campaign
I'm a underdog
Nothing compares to the feeling
What I get when I'm back on the street
Nothing compares to the feeling
When I get back on my feet
Nothing compares to the feeling
When my back up against the wall
Nothing compares to the feeling
Like it's just me against it all
Nothing compares (Oh, nothing, on the street, oh, nothing)
Nothing compares (Oh, nothing, on my feet, oh nothing)
Nothing compares (Oh, nothing, against the wall, oh nothing, now)
Nothing compares (Oh, nothing)
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