Chiddy Bang - Under The Sheets lyrics

[Ellie Goulding:] You left a blood stain on the floor You set your sights on him You left a hand print on the door, Like all the boys before, like all the boys before This is our luck, baby, running out Her clothes were never off We still have hours to run about To scale the map, scale the map, to get us back on track I've seen you in a fight you lost, I've seen you in a fii-ii-ii-ii-ght We're under the sheets and you're k**ing me In our house made of paper, your words all over me Were under the sheets and you're k**in' me [Chiddy Bang:] Xaphoon you crazy yo, it's that sh** you can move to Uh, yeah I ain't worry about the critics but why you tell your friends that I hit it then I quit it I'm just laid back don't think I'm a party guy And if you look at me I bet I have you starry eyed What kind of car I drive don't even know hard like UK sh** 20 below And Miss Gol... ding is explo... ding I rebound Dennis Rodman with a nose ring I get braino, hi hater no Maino My name Chiddy and she know I'm going to bang though Uh and that's word to the UK, I keep it kickin n pushing like I was lupe My definition is high, I think it is blue ray And I still could care less what you say Uh my last shorty... she was down to ride, I k**ed her under the sheets it was homicide [Ellie Golding:] We're under the sheets and you're k**ing me In our house made of paper, your words all over me We're under the sheets and you're k**in' me We're in a mess baby, were in a mess babe Your more is less babe (oh, oh) We're in a mess baby, were in a mess babe Your more is less babe (oh, oh!) [Chiddy Bang:] Let me tell you what was crazy though I fell in love with a shorty up on the radio And what did I call her a queen, psychedelic sh** got all kinds of green Chiddy Bang... spam we all on the scene Used to be academic probation and deans Now we sewing the machine, toast to the queen Tell you how it is, no ghost I intervene I flow and get the cream take it apart and everytime I try to fix it I be breakin' her heart Then sh** got worse when we made it to charts Now it's different niece want to tell em faces apart Shorty don't leave me I make it so easy She needs me but I ain't locked down like Weezy I make her give me one on the cheek And she ain't over me yet so I put her under the sheets [Ellie Goulding:] We're under the sheets and you're k**ing me In our house made of paper, your words all over me We're under the sheets and you're Oh you're k**in me, your k**in me We're under the sheets and you're k**ing me In our house made of paper, your words all over me Were under the sheets and you're k**in me k**in me, k**in me, k**in me k**in me, k**in me, k**in me