Under the Sheets Chiddy Bang (Ft. Ellie Goulding)
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[Verse 1: Ellie Goulding]
You left a blood stain on the floor
You set your sights on him
You left a hand print on the door
Like all the boys before, like all the boys before
This is our luck, baby, running out
Her clothes were never off
We still have hours to run about
To scale the map, scale the map, to get us back on track
I've seen you in a fight you lost, I've seen you in a fii-ii-ii-ii-ght
We're under the sheets and you're killing me
In our house made of paper, your words all over me
Were under the sheets and you're killin' me
[Break: Chiddy Bang]
Xaphoon, you crazy, yo
It's that shit you can move to
Uh, yeah
[Verse 2: Chiddy Bang]
I ain't worry about the critics
But why you tell your friends that I hit it then I quit it
I'm just laid back, don't think I'm a party guy
And if you look at me I bet I have you starry-eyed
What kind of car I drive don't even know
Hard like UK shit, 20 below
And Miss Gol-ding is explo-ding
I rebound Dennis Rodman with a nose ring
I get braino, hi hater no Maino
My name Chiddy and she know I'm going to bang though
Uh and that's word to the UK
I keep it kickin' and pushin' like I was Lupe
My definition is high, I think it is Blu-Ray
And I still could care less what you say
Uh, my last shorty she was down to ride
I killed her under the sheets it was homicide
You left a blood stain on the floor
You set your sights on him
You left a hand print on the door
Like all the boys before, like all the boys before
This is our luck, baby, running out
Her clothes were never off
We still have hours to run about
To scale the map, scale the map, to get us back on track
I've seen you in a fight you lost, I've seen you in a fii-ii-ii-ii-ght
We're under the sheets and you're killing me
In our house made of paper, your words all over me
Were under the sheets and you're killin' me
[Break: Chiddy Bang]
Xaphoon, you crazy, yo
It's that shit you can move to
Uh, yeah
[Verse 2: Chiddy Bang]
I ain't worry about the critics
But why you tell your friends that I hit it then I quit it
I'm just laid back, don't think I'm a party guy
And if you look at me I bet I have you starry-eyed
What kind of car I drive don't even know
Hard like UK shit, 20 below
And Miss Gol-ding is explo-ding
I rebound Dennis Rodman with a nose ring
I get braino, hi hater no Maino
My name Chiddy and she know I'm going to bang though
Uh and that's word to the UK
I keep it kickin' and pushin' like I was Lupe
My definition is high, I think it is Blu-Ray
And I still could care less what you say
Uh, my last shorty she was down to ride
I killed her under the sheets it was homicide
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