And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed

So, I'm writing' you this letter between rests 'Cause yesterday a bullet found my chest And I don't got the energy to dress myself And I can't walk without help I can't remember why I joined this war And I can't tell you what we're fighting' for I guess

On sight, on sight How much do I not give a fuck? Let me show you right now before you give it up Right now, I need, I need right now Yeezy season approaching Fuck whatever y'all been hearing Fuck what, fuck whatever y'all been wearing A monster about to

Will be the end of the road So I guess the driveway Let the credits start to roll I tried it your way But I got nothing to show And the story's getting old For us it's too late Nothing hurts like losing

2AM hollerin' outside Lookin' but I cannot find Don't you fall asleep this time I been all alone on a long way drive Only you can stand my mind Only you can fix inside So if I make it out tonight Let's make it a badass time Okay, I got it, copy

Let it kiss you some stars out of the sky Get carried away like some deep river rolling Tonight, I wanna be your cowboy lullaby There's just something about horses That can touch you deep down in your soul You and me can do that tonight and Underneath

Tout ce que j'ai Ton regard brille pour moi Ce que t'as dans la poitrine, c'est à moi Allez je t'ai tout donné Tu es tout ce que j'ai Ne me demande pas la Lune J'ai beaucoup mieux pour toi Mes pas sont lourds

Is that for me? Been thinking 'bout it all day Up against the wall, up against the wall No turnin' back now Catching feelings no, catching feelings no Let's go away now Savor the taste now Wanna know now Oooh, come a little bit closer

And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed

No more waiting, we can save us from falling We'll safety-pin the pieces of our broken hearts back together Patching up all the holes until we both feel much better Deleted things, I really meant So now I'll say the things I never sent Two wrongs make it