Future Nostalgia (Dua Lipa album) Lyrics

Future Nostalgia  by Dua Lipa announced the title of the album this song belongs to by posting a picture of herself, captioned "SWIPE FOR ALBUM TITLE".

Song-Future Nostalgia

Artist-Dua Lip

Album-Future Nostalgia

You want a timeless song

I wanna change the game 

Like modern architecture

John Lautner coming your way

I know you like this beat

Cause Jeff been doing the damn thing

You wanna turn it up loud

Future Nostalgia is the name

I know you’ll die trying to figure me out

My name’s on the tip of your tongue, keep runnin your mouth

You want the recipe but can’t handle my sound, my sound, my sound

No matter what you do  I’m gonna get it without ya

I know you ain’t used to a female Alpha

 No matter what you do I’m gonna get it without ya

I know you ain’t used to a female Alpha

Can’t be a Rolling Stone if you live in a glass house

You keep on talking that talk one day you gonna blast out

You can’t be bitter if I’m out here showing my face

You want what now looks like? let me give you a taste

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I know you’ll die trying to figure me out

My name’s on the tip of your tongue, get me out your mouth

You want the recipe but can’t handle my sound, my sound, my sound

No matter what you do  I’m gonna get it without ya

I know you ain’t used to a female Alpha

 No matter what you do I’m gonna get it without ya

I know you ain’t used to a female Alpha

You can’t get with this if you ain’t built for this

You can’t get with this if you ain’t built for this

I can’t build you up if you ain’t tough enough

I can’t teach a man how to wear his pants

I know you’ll die trying to figure me out

My name’s on the tip of your tongue, keep runnin your mouth

You want the recipe but can’t handle my sound, my sound, my sound

I know you’ll die trying to figure me out

My name’s on the tip of your tongue, keep runnin your mouth

You want the recipe but can’t handle my sound, my sound, my sound

I know you’ll die trying to figure me out

My name’s on the tip of your tongue, get me out your mouth

You want the recipe but can’t handle

my sound, my sound, my sound