Текст песни R.I.P - Vetta Borne

Uh, I fell in love again
You really are the one
I'm feelin' really blessed
With your Midas touch
The neighbour's on the fence
'Cause we're out of control
You take out all my stress
Lookin' for the gold

And I'm like, "Oh, my gosh"
You look good when you take that off
You got your hands up on my neck
Let's show off to the passing cars
I'm sitting right on your Heaven
I take it to the one above
But you don't let me catch my breath
Runnin' in the marathon (Oh)

Girl, you've got me seein' stars
I think I just met my God
R.I.P. to me, I'm gone
'Cause you know how to make me

Passed out on a bench
Why you keep on callin'?
I'm outta my head
You tryna kill me off?

And I'm like, "Oh, my gosh"
You look good when you take that off
You got your hands up on my neck
Let's show off to the passing cars
I'm sitting right on your Heaven
I take it to the one above
But you don't let me catch my breath
Runnin' in the marathon (oh)

Girl, you've got me seeing stars
I think I just met my God
R.I.P. to me, I'm gone
'Cause you know how to make me
(Oh, oh)
(Oh, oh)
(You make me)
Girl, you've got me seein' stars (stars, stars)
I think I just met my God
R.I.P. to me, I'm gone
'Cause you know how to make me, yeah