VERSE I

I gotta ticket to the show you’re playing
But I know that it don’t come for free
Always talking like it’s sex on your mind
And I know you’re not thinking of me

I feel you coming - I can’t help myself
I don’t know if I can make it to sun
Wrong kind of lovin - She’s an i-Phone Queen
Should forget her - Boy - You better run

PRE I

Cuz - You got me shaking - I’m scared for my life

HOOK

Maybe that’s why
I don’t want you tonight
Cuz girl you got me terrified
You’re the new Frankenstein
And I can’t trust your appetite

Just chew me up - and spit me out
Cuz you’ll be leaving tomorrow anyways
So I’ll give you tonight
But I’m so - I’m so terrified

VERSE II

Chip on your shoulder - musta got it from another
Carved that little sliver into a stake
Closer you get - the more you drive it through my chest
She’s a pro at weaponizing the pain

Another filter on a stone cold killer
Working angles just to get what cha want
Part of your story - not a person I’m a trophy
I can see it - just can’t stop it - I’m being conned

PRE II

(cuz) Your a straight shot of ego - chased with cyanide

BRIDGE

Not just a smoke show - she’s the flame
Leaving me third degree insane
She’s like woah
Out - of - control

Filling my lungs up with desire
Then setting my oxygen on fire
Its like woah
Out of control