Nothing Compares (2024 Remastered Version)

The way you talk, the way you walk The way you wear that fucking dress I mean your smile, I mean your style It's what's got me all a mess Cause nothing compares, to you, to you Nothing compares, to you, to you The way you talk, the way you walk The way you wear that fucking dress I mean your smile, I mean your style It's what's got me all a mess Cause nothing compares, to you, to you Nothing compares, to you, to you (Uhh) I remember how we first met At some wild party, we was both bent Jammin Bob Marley while we smoked sess You and your Bacardi I was on Henn Then we made our move to the next room Conversation lead to a chill mood Visions In my head of me on you I'm telling you Instead we should go cruise Admiring your frame I was lost You wore a nigga's chain like a boss Diamonds on her ring and cross Shutting down the game, no pause Always got my back like a front seat If we were a track you'd be the drum beat When I'm on her back I make her dumb weak I swear she must be crack cause I'm a junkie The way you talk, the way you walk The way you wear that fucking dress I mean your smile, I mean your style It's what's got me all a mess Cause nothing compares, to you, to you Nothing compares, to you, to you The way you talk, the way you walk The way you wear that fucking dress I mean your smile, I mean your style It's what's got me all a mess Cause nothing compares, to you, to you Nothing compares, to you, to you (ok huh) You my most high, you my best side You the reason why a nigga doing so right You shine bright, no lie And I thought that I was dreaming but I wake up from it each night She the one who made a nigga wanna grow up So It wouldn't feel right If I ain't show love You the type I wanna show off Make them fake hoes wanna fold up You the realest one I ever met Feeling like I won and I ain't play yet Need you like a smoker need a cigarette In this game of Poker you my winning set They say sky is the limit Well I'll settle just as long as you In it You my seconds to my minutes My checkered flag at the finish The way you talk, the way you walk The way you wear that fucking dress I mean your smile, I mean your style It's what's got me all a mess Cause nothing compares, to you, to you Nothing compares, to you, to you The way you talk, the way you walk The way you wear that fucking dress I mean your smile, I mean your style It's what's got me all a mess Cause nothing compares, to you, to you Nothing compares, to you, to you