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
Temperatur eropgeet, Kierperune
Elo datt ech dech a mengem Waffen gefaange sinn
Kee Grond fir et ze kämpfen, kee Grond et ze verstoppen
Elo, datt ech gesinn hunn wat an Ärem Häerz ass
Baby Meedchen, ech sinn deen eenzegen deen dës Säit vun Iech weess
A Puppelchen, Dir wësst datt ech kann erauszéien wat bannen vun Iech ass
[Chorus: der Woch]
Och wann et falsch ass
Et ass falsch
Och wann et falsch ass, Puppelchen
Mäin Meedchen
Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, oh-oh-oh, jo, jo, jo, jo
Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, oh-oh-oh, jo, jo, jo, jo
Oh-oh-oh
[Vers 1: der Woch]
Dir wëllt mech dobannen, froe mech fir ze rutschen
Ze wëssen, mir hätte ni kennegeléiert
Meedchen, wann Dir et fuert, kuckt datt Dir et decidéiert
Sot dës Wierder net déi Dir bedauert
Baby Meedchen, ech kann dat soen datt Dir denkt datt ech fir Iech richteg sinn
Ech weess schonn datt et net wouer ass, awer Meedchen, ech léien Iech
[Chorus: der Woch]
Och wann et falsch ass (jo, jo)
Et ass falsch (jo, jo)
Och wann et falsch ass, Puppelchen (jo, jo)
Mäi Meedchen (jo))
Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, oh-oh-oh, jo, jo, jo, jo
Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, oh-oh-oh, jo, jo, jo, jo
Oh-oh-oh
[Vers 2: zukünfteg]
Mir maachen d'Saachen, awer mir wëssen et ass falsch
All op menger Haut, Dir all a mengem Handfläch
Ech hunn Iech eng Enveloppe geschéckt, koumen mat engem Gedicht
Dir hutt Venom, dat koum mat engem Charme
Dir kritt déi gutt aus wéi ech Leeschtung
Ech kennen déi schlecht an Iech, dat ass wat ech wëll
An Dir e Baddie, du trëtt mech op
Fiend fir Är Demone, ech weess wou dëst geet
Léift wann Dir mech fuckin ', schwätzt, ech weess wat Dir maacht
Opgefaange verléift, wat de Fok ass mir do?
Modeller a Flaschen mat eis, leet net net et
Ech soen Iech: "Ech hunn dech," Dat ass gutt verstanen
Är Been am Bett, krut de Kapp op de Buedem
Mir ginn dem Shoppin 'erausgeet wann mir langweilen
Mir kréien et poppin ', verloosst net an de Buttek
Wann ech op Saturn ginn, weess ech, datt Dir gitt
Feck mech e Samschdeg, fréi am Moien
Flyer wéi e Vugel, hatt ass hir Dier op
Screamin 'Out Mord, awer Showin' Dir hutt Remen
Muss virsiichteg sinn, kann d'Ënnerstëtzung net bezuelen
Stäre am Ceilin ', fillt net wéi e Porsche
Koum aus den Trenchelen, lieft just am Krich
Eemol war e Prostituéier, kann ech dech leeschte kënnen
Deen deen ech adore
[Pre-Chorus: der Woch]
Temperatur eropgeet, Kierperune
Elo datt ech dech a mengem Waffen gefaange sinn
Kee Grond fir et ze kämpfen, kee Grond et ze verstoppen
Elo, datt ech gesinn hunn wat an Ärem Häerz ass
Baby Meedchen, ech sinn deen eenzegen deen dës Säit vun Iech weess
A Puppelchen, Dir wësst datt ech kann erauszéien wat bannen vun Iech ass
[Chorus: der Woch]
Och wann et falsch ass
Et ass falsch
Och wann et falsch ass, Puppelchen
Mäin Meedchen