paroles de chanson plot - eightone

Oh damn who been calling all the shots
Got my story twisted wrong
Getting thick up in the plot
Way too much is going on
I ain't used to write bout love
Introduced me to these songs
Girl you really like the plug, you a different type of drug

I swear I love the way you move it, oh
You so confusing, though
So many tears it's looking something like a funeral
Been tryna reach you, got me stepping on my tippy toes
You said I can't come home, well darling I suppose

I ain't fucking with your other man, come on let on go of him
Go tell ms. director you don't really wanna roll with him
Maybe I don't understand, living in a wonderland
Not even Alice could help me, stuck up in this palace without ya

Oh damn who been calling all the shots
Got my story twisted wrong
Getting thick up in the plot
Way too much is going on
I ain't used to write bout love
Introduced me to these songs
Girl you really like the plug, you a different type of drug

Oh you think I'm basic
Drop gems on an everyday basis
Say you love me, then you hate me, those feelings they make, oh no
I don't wanna drink about you no more
I don't wanna think about you no more
Made me so warm and made me feel cold
Im froze, Im frozen
We chosen, you got me soaking
Ain't got your toes in
Won't you come on deeper, take it deeper, going down a hundred meters
Write a song it's called I need ya, left it open for a feature

Oh damn who been calling all the shots
Got my story twisted wrong
Getting thick up in the plot
Way too much is going on
I ain't used to write bout love
Introduced me to these songs
Girl you really like the plug, you a different type of drug

We on a slow dance to romance
Taking you by both hands
Told me that's an old dance
In the land of no man's, but I wont say it
They gon' always say I'm crazy when they having conversations
Papa ain't been liking how I'm living
Told him I've been swinging for the fences
I been chilling, minding all my business
Do it for my future wife and children
Nevermind the people who won't listen
You go this talent ho, masterful
You been acting stupid on that pedestal

Oh damn who been calling all the shots
Got my story twisted wrong
Getting thick up in the plot
Way too much is going on
I ain't used to write bout love
Introduced me to these songs
Girl you really like the plug, you a different type of drug