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
Temperatura Risin ', Korpi Magħquda
Issa li qbadtek f'idejja
M’hemmx għalfejn tiġġieledha, m’hemmx għalfejn tinħeba
Issa li rajt x'inhu f'qalbek
Tarbija, jien l-unika waħda li taf din in-naħa tiegħek
U tarbija, taf li nista 'noħroġ dak li hemm ġewwa fik
[Kor: The Weeknd]
Anke jekk huwa ħażin
Huwa ħażin
Anki jekk huwa ħażin, tarbija
It-tifla tieghi
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
[Vers 1: The Weeknd]
Tridni ġewwa fiha, itlobni niżżerżaq
Jafu li qatt ma ltqajna
Tifla, meta tirkebha, tara li tiddeċiediha
Tgħidx dawk il-kliem li tiddispjaċik
Tarbija, nista 'ngħid li taħseb li għandi raġun għalik
Jien diġà naf li mhux veru, imma tifla, jien tigdeb lilek
[Kor: The Weeknd]
Anki jekk huwa ħażin (yeah, yeah)
Huwa ħażin (yeah, yeah)
Anke jekk huwa ħażin, tarbija (yeah, yeah)
It-tifla tiegħi (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
[Vers 2: Futur]
Aħna nagħmlu l-affarijiet, imma nafu li huwa ħażin
Kollha fuq il-ġilda tiegħi, intom ilkoll fil-pala tiegħi
Bgħattlek envelop, ġejt bil-poeżija
Għandek Venom, li ġie bi seħer
Ikollok it-tajjeb lili meta nwettaq
Naf il-ħażin fik, dak li rrid
U int baddie, int qed iddawwarni
Fiend għad-demonji tiegħek, naf fejn din il-goin '
Imħabba meta fuckin "lili, talkin", naf x'tagħmel "
Maqbud fl-imħabba, x'inhu l-fuck qed nagħmlu?
Mudelli u fliexken magħna, ma nothin 'għaliha
Jien ngħidlek, "sibt int," dak hu mifhum sew
Saqajk fuq is-sodda, sibt rasek fuq l-art
Noħorġu noħorġu kull meta niddejjaq
Aħna nġibuha poppin ', ħalli nothin' fil-maħżen
Jekk immur Saturnu, naf li tmur
Fuck me nhar is-Sibt, kmieni fil-mornin '
Flyer Than a Bird, hi gon 'tiftaħ il-bieb tagħha
Screamin 'out qtil, imma turi int rimors
Għandek tkun kawt, ma tistax tħallas l-appoġġ
Stars in the ceilin ', ma tħossokx bħal Porsche
Ġew mit-trinek, biss livin 'fil-gwerra
Ladarba kien prostituta, nista 'naffordlek
Dik li nħobb
[Pre-kor: The Weeknd]
Temperatura Risin ', Korpi Magħquda
Issa li qbadtek f'idejja
M’hemmx għalfejn tiġġieledha, m’hemmx għalfejn tinħeba
Issa li rajt x'inhu f'qalbek
Tarbija, jien l-unika waħda li taf din in-naħa tiegħek
U tarbija, taf li nista 'noħroġ dak li hemm ġewwa fik
[Kor: The Weeknd]
Anke jekk huwa ħażin
Huwa ħażin
Anki jekk huwa ħażin, tarbija
It-tifla tieghi