Under the Sheets

(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, Ive seen you in a fii-ii-ii-ii-ght

We're under the sheets and you�re killing me

In our house made of paper, your words all over me

Were under the sheets and you�re killin� me

(Chiddy Bang)

Xaphoon you crazy yo, it's that shit 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 dont even know hard like UK shit 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 killed her under the sheets it was homicide

(Ellie Golding)

We're under the sheets and you�re killing me

In our house made of paper, your words all over me

We're under the sheets and you�re killin� 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 shit 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 shit got worse when we made it to charts

Now its 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 killing me

In our house made of paper, your words all over me

We're under the sheets and you're

Oh you�re killin me, your killin me

We're under the sheets and you�re killing me

In our house made of paper, your words all over me

Were under the sheets and you�re killin me

killin me, killin me, killin me

Killin me, killin me, killin me