When you say it like that oh-oh, oh-oh Break my bed, don't make me wanna stay Oh-oh, oh-oh Don't doubt me babe You make me wanna change Got me falling right back oh-oh, oh-oh (hmm) Let me fuck you right back oh-oh, oh-oh (hmm) Bite me babe, you make me

The aftertaste I know there's nothing that I can do to make you stay But one thing I know that will always remain And that's the aftertaste Don't break, don't fade While we're not real, we're never too late Make time, it won’t hurt Said I’ll go now, but

You love me, you hate me You make me, you break me And I don't know what I do it for I'm somewhere in the middle of you Phones lighting up, grab my favourite shirt and my keys on the counter 'Cause you said you wanna dance Halfway down the drive, must

You can't believe it, you can't conceive it And you can't touch me, 'cause I'm untouchable And I know you hate it, and you can't take it You'll never break me, 'cause I'm unbreakable Don't you ever make no mistake Baby I've got what it takes And there's

You should know better than that And here we are, here we are, oh The one I, one I love And before you go on breaking my heart And I fall even deeper in love Here we are, here we are again Don't make it so hard for me to stay And my lungs screaming out

Run wild and never look back, never look back Stand up and don't shut up The night is waiting The world is for the taking, taking No hesitating Tonight is what we make it, make it Break out, get a little loud Shout it from the rooftops now People say,

Come and save me tonight You're my angel Baby, you're my angel Come and make it alright I'm alone, yeah, I don't know if I can face the night I'm in tears and the cryin' that I do is for you I want your love Let's break the walls between us Don't make it

Don't stop, make it pop DJ, blow my speakers up Tonight, I'm-a fight Till we see the sunlight Tick-tock on the clock But the party don't stop, no Yeah, you got me DJ, you build me up You break me down

Money, money, power I need checks in every week Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite Niggas don't make money when they disrespecting me You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me You would think they got a check, the way

I hate to see the look on your face I wish I could make myself stay But our hearts don't live in the same space So tell me how to break yours with grace And you had money and cars, looked like a star You loved me so good, I could cry Brought me roses and