Chiddy Bang, Ellie Goulding - Under the Sheets lyrics

You left a blood stain on the floor
You set your sights on him
You left a hand print on the door
Like all the boys before
Like all the boys before
This is our luck, baby, running out
Her clothes were never off
We still have hours to run about
To scale the map, scale the map
To get us back on track
I've seen you in a fight you lost
I've seen you in a fii-ii-ii-ii-ght
We're under the sheets and you're killing me
In our house made of paper
Your words all over me
Were under the sheets and you're killin' me

Xaphoon, you crazy, yo
It's that shit you can move to uh, yeah

I ain't worry about the critics
But why you tell your friends that I
Hit it then I quit it i'm just laid back
Don't think I'm a party guy
And if you look at me I
Bet I have you starry-eyed
What kind of car I drive don't even know
Hard like UK shit, 20 below
And Miss Gol-ding is explo-ding
I rebound Dennis Rodman with a nose ring
I get braino, hi hater no Maino
My name Chiddy and she know
I'm going to bang though
Uh and that's word to the UK
I keep it kickin' and pushin' like I was Lupe
My definition is high, I think it is Blu-Ray
And I still could care less what you say
Uh, my last shorty she was down to ride
I killed her under the sheets it was homicide

We're under the sheets and you're killin' me
In our house made of paper
Your words all over me
We're under the sheets and you're killin' me
We're in a mess, baby, we're in a mess, babe
Your more is less babe (oh, oh)
We're in a mess, baby, we're in a mess, babe
Your more is less, babe (oh, oh)

Let me tell you what was crazy though
I fell in love with a shorty up on the radio
And what did I call her a queen
Psychedelic shit got all kinds of green
Chiddy Bang spam we all on the scene
Used to be academic probation and deans
Now we sewing the machine, toast to the queen
Tell you how it is, no ghost, I intervene
I flow and get the cream take it apart
And every time I try to fix
It I be breakin' her heart
Then shit got worse when we made it to charts
Now it's different someone to
Tell them faces apart
Shorty don't leave me I make it so easy
She needs me but I ain't
Locked down like Weezy
I make her give me one on the cheek
And she ain't over me yet so
I put her under the sheets

We're under the sheets and you're killing me
In our house made of paper
Your words all over me
We're under the sheets and you're
Oh, you're killin' me, you're killin' me
We're under the sheets and you're killing me
In our house made of paper
Your words all over me
Were under the sheets and you're killin' me
Killin' me, killin' me, killin' me
Killin' me, killin' me, killin' me