Double Fantasy - The Weeknd ft. Future | Temperature risin', bodies united
Now that I trapped you in my arms
No need to fight it, no need to hide it
Now that I've seen what's in your heart
by Sanderlei Silveira ® - 04/06/2023 - US (xxnx) X2
Double Fantasy - The Weeknd ft. Future | Temperature risin', bodies united
Now that I trapped you in my arms
No need to fight it, no need to hide it
Now that I've seen what's in your heart
Baby girl, I'm the only one who knows this side of you
And baby, you know that I can pull out what's inside of you
[Chorus: The Weeknd]
Even though it's wrong
It's wrong
Even though it's wrong, baby
My girl
Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, oh-oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, oh-oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh-oh
[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
You want me inside it, beg me to slide in
Knowing we should have never met
Girl, when you ride it, see you decide it
Don't say those words that you'll regret
Baby girl, I can tell that you think that I'm right for you
I already know that it's not true, but girl, I'll lie to you
[Chorus: The Weeknd]
Even though it's wrong (Yeah, yeah)
It's wrong (Yeah, yeah)
Even though it's wrong, baby (Yeah, yeah)
My girl (Yeah)
Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, oh-oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, oh-oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh-oh
[Verse 2: Future]
We do the things, but we know it's wrong
All on my skin, you all in my palm
I sent you an envelope, came with a poem
You possess venom, that came with a charm
You get the good out me when I perform
I know the bad in you, that's what I want
And you a baddie, you turnin' me on
Fiend for your demons, I know where this goin'
Love when you fuckin' me, talkin', I know what you doin'
Caught up in love, what the fuck is we doin'?
Models and bottles with us, ain't nothin' to it
I tell you, "I got you," that's well understood
Your legs on the bed, got your head on the floor
We go out shoppin' whenever we get bored
We get it poppin', leave nothin' in the store
If I go to Saturn, I know that you goin'
Fuck me on Saturday, early in the mornin'
Flyer than a bird, she gon' open her door
Screamin' out murder, but showin' you remorse
Gotta be cautious, can't pay the support
Stars in the ceilin', don't feel like a Porsche
Came from the trenches, just livin' at war
Once was a prostitute, I can afford you
The one I adore
[Pre-Chorus: The Weeknd]
Temperature risin', bodies united
Now that I trapped you in my arms
No need to fight it, no need to hide it
Now that I’ve seen what's in your heart
Baby girl, I'm the only one who knows this side of you
And baby, you know that I can pull out what's inside of you
[Chorus: The Weeknd]
Even though it's wrong
It's wrong
Even though it's wrong, baby
My girl
Teòthachd ag èirigh ', cuirp aonaichte
A-nis gun do ghlac mi thu nam ghàirdeanan
Chan fheumar sabaid, chan fheumar a fhalach
A-nis gu bheil mi air na tha nad chridhe fhaicinn
Nighean leanaibh, is mise an aon fhear a tha eòlach air an taobh seo dhut
Agus pàisde, tha fios agad gun urrainn dhomh a tharraing a-mach dè a tha na bhroinn dhut
[Sèist: an t-seachdain]
Eadhon ged a tha e ceàrr
Tha e ceàrr
Eadhon ged a tha e ceàrr, pàisde
Mo nighean
Oh-oh-Oh, Ooh-wahoh, oo-wahoh, Oo-wahah, Oh-oh (seadh, seadh, seadh, seadh)
Oh-oh-Oh, Ooh-wahoh, oo-wahoh, Oo-wahah, Oh-oh (seadh, seadh, seadh, seadh)
Oh-oh-oh
[Rann 1: An t-seachdain]
Tha thu gam iarraidh a-staigh e, thoir orm sleamhnachadh a-steach
Chan eil fios agam nach do choinnich sinn a-riamh
Nighean, nuair a bhios tu a 'rothaireachd air, chì thu thu co-dhùnadh
Na bi ag ràdh na faclan sin a tha aithreachas
Nighean leanaibh, is urrainn dhomh innse gu bheil thu a 'smaoineachadh gu bheil mi ceart dhut
Tha fios agam mu thràth nach eil e fìor, ach nighean, laighidh mi dhut
[Sèist: an t-seachdain]
Eadhon ged a tha e ceàrr (seadh, seadh)
Tha e ceàrr (seadh, seadh)
Eadhon ged a tha e ceàrr, pàisde (seadh, seadh)
Mo nighean (Yeah)
Oh-oh-Oh, Ooh-wahoh, oo-wahoh, Oo-wahah, Oh-oh (seadh, seadh, seadh, seadh)
Oh-oh-Oh, Ooh-wahoh, oo-wahoh, Oo-wahah, Oh-oh (seadh, seadh, seadh, seadh)
Oh-oh-oh
[Rann 2: Àm ri teachd]
Bidh sinn a 'dèanamh na rudan, ach tha fios againn gu bheil e ceàrr
Uile air mo chraiceann, thu uile anns a 'phailme agam
Chuir mi cèis a-mach thugad le dàn
Tha puinnsean agad, a thàinig le seun
Gheibh thu am math a-mach thugam nuair a nì mi a-mach
Tha fios agam air an droch in you, is e sin a tha mi ag iarraidh
Agus thusa Baddie, bidh thu a 'tionndadh' orm
Fiend airson na deamhain agad, tha fios agam far a bheil an goin sin '
Gràdh nuair a bhios tu Fuckin 'Mise, talkin', tha fios agam dè a tha thu a 'dèanamh'
A ghlacadh ann an gaol, dè am fuck a tha sinn a 'dèanamh'?
Modailean agus botail leinn, Chan eil nothin 'dha
Tha mi ag innse dhut, "Fhuair mi thu," Tha sin air a thuigsinn gu math
Do chasan air an leabaidh, fhuair do cheann air an làr
Bidh sinn a 'dol a-mach shoppin' uair sam bith a bhios sinn a 'fàs sgìth
Bidh sinn ga fhaighinn poppin ', fàg nothin' anns a 'bhùth
Ma thèid mi gu Saturn, tha fios agam gu bheil thu a 'goineadh'
Fuck mi Disathairne, tràth sa Mornin '
Bileag na eun, bidh i a 'fosgladh a doras
A 'sgrìobadh' a-mach murt, ach tha thu a 'nochdadh' gad aithreachas
Gotta a bhith faiceallach, chan urrainn dhut an taic a phàigheadh
Rionnagan anns a 'cheilin', na bi a 'faireachdainn mar phorsche
Thàinig bho na trainnsichean, dìreach livin 'aig cogadh
Bha e na siùrsach na shaor-starra, is urrainn dhomh a phàigheadh dhut
Am fear i aoradh
[Ro-sholat: An t-seachdain]
Teòthachd ag èirigh ', cuirp aonaichte
A-nis gun do ghlac mi thu nam ghàirdeanan
Chan fheumar sabaid, chan fheumar a fhalach
A-nis gu bheil mi air na tha nad chridhe fhaicinn
Nighean leanaibh, is mise an aon fhear a tha eòlach air an taobh seo dhut
Agus pàisde, tha fios agad gun urrainn dhomh a tharraing a-mach dè a tha na bhroinn dhut
[Sèist: an t-seachdain]
Eadhon ged a tha e ceàrr
Tha e ceàrr
Eadhon ged a tha e ceàrr, pàisde
Mo nighean