DoubleFantasy

Double Fantasy (Explicit) - The Weeknd/Future

Lyrics by：Mike Dean/Abel Tesfaye/Nayvadius Wilburn/Leland Wayne

Composed by：Mike Dean/Abel Tesfaye/Nayvadius Wilburn/Leland Wayne

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 see 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

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

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

Even though it's wrong

Yeah yeah

It's wrong

Yeah yeah

Even though it's wrong baby

Oh 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

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 ******* me talkin' I know what you doin'

Caught up in love what the **** 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'

**** 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