paroles de chanson Disease - Alli Fitz

I caught you looking
Don't get this crooked
This ain't like old times
No hook line, don't push it

You got no stronghold on me, oh
Look in my eyes
And watch 'em roll

You got this notion
That my heart's open
I would say good try
But goodbye you joking

You gave me this stitch in my side
I'm rolling, laughing till I cry

Send electric jolts and joules
Douse with gas the coals that cooled
Conjure a spell with the power to rule
There's nothing strong enough to make me your fool

I'm sick of these
Stupid memories
Clouding up my head
I'm dead
Would you let me breathe
Oh-oh
I came to dance
Don't mean to wreck your plans
You were my symptom
Now I've cured this disease

I'm sick of these
Twisted fantasies
You think I'll forget I left
I wanted to leave
Oh-oh
Yeah this club bangs
Don't make me show my fangs
You were my symptom
Now I've cured this disease

Boy you're lame
What a shame
She probably already forgot your name
Rejected once again
Now you're running to her friend
Will it ever end

From girl to girl up in this place
Just treating love like it's a race
He thinks he'll finish first
But babe expect the worst
I hope you know that you're the biggest joke
We knew it before you spoke

I'm sick of these
Stupid memories
Clouding up my head
I'm dead
Would you let me breathe
Oh-oh
I came to dance
Don't mean to wreck your plans
You were my symptom
Now I've cured this disease

I'm sick of these
Twisted fantasies
You think I'll forget I left
I wanted to leave
Oh-oh
Yeah this club bangs
Don't make me show my fangs
You were my symptom
Now I've cured this disease

We've arrived, hyper drive
Crank the gears and let 'em fly
Listen, quit wishing
You can't get in with admission
At one till three
That's the last you'll see of me
Don't it feel good? Don't it feel good?

We've arrived, hyper drive
Crank the gears and let em fly
Listen, quit wishing
You can't get in with admission
At one till three
That's the last you'll see of me
Don't it feel good? Don't it feel good? (Hey-ey)

I'm sick of these
Stupid memories
Clouding up my head
I'm dead
Would you let me breathe
Oh-oh
I came to dance
Don't mean to wreck your plans
You were my symptom
Now I've cured this disease

I'm sick of these
Twisted fantasies
You think I'll forget i left?
I wanted to leave
Oh-oh
Yeah this club bangs
Don't make me show my fangs
You were my symptom
Now I've cured this disease