Nothing Compares - Marc E. Bassy

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)