I've got you right where I want you Leave you where I got you No one to help you Me that you turn to Trip over your lies You've got time to get tired Caught up in the mess you try to leave behind I'm over, I'm done This really isn't fun When you beg and you plead And I kinda gotta leave You're a mess, I'm stressed This heat got you pressed Talkin' about real when I couldn't give you less I've got you right where I want you Leave you where I got you No one to help you Me that you turn to Trip over your lies You've got time to get tired Caught up in the mess you try to leave behind I'm over, I'm done This really isn't fun When you beg and you plead And I kinda gotta leave You're a mess, I'm stressed This heat got you pressed Talkin' about real when I couldn't give you less
I've got you
I've got you
If I hear talk on my name You'll soon regret that you came It's not smart, it's not wise, and you'll never be the same I give you one second luck Now you're playing games to fuck with me No trust and I'll be quick to dark you out before I duck You see I'm done giving lessons to you boys Who keep on messing with my mind Do you think I'm blind? I always see just what I'm getting Is it cruel to keep up practice? I've got time to go hard at this Don't look down, give me your eyes They'll be the last to see you back this I've got you right where I want you Leave you where I got you No one to help you Me that you turn to Trip over your lies You've got time to get tired Caught up in the mess you try to leave behind I'm over, I'm done This really isn't fun When you beg and you plead And I kinda gotta leave You're a mess, I'm stressed This heat got you pressed Talkin' about real when I couldn't give you less
I've got you
I've got you
Compositores: Doyelle Mitchell, Salvador Navarette ECAD: Obra #26151045