Under The Sheets Lyrics - Chiddy Bang

(Ellie Goulding sample) 

You left a blood stain on the floor 

You set ur sights on him 

You left a hand print on the door 

Like all the boys before >2 

This is our luck baby running out 

Our clothes were never off 

We still have our roads 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 fi-i-i-i-ght 

Were under the sheets and you're killing me 

In our house made of paper, you're words all over me 

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

(Xaphoon u crazy yo, 

this that type of shit u can move to, uh) 

(Chiddy) 

iI aint worried bout the critics 

But why you tell your friends that I hit it and quit it 

I'm just laid back 

Don't think I'm a party guy and if you look at me, 

I bet I had u starry eyed 

What kinda car you drive, don't even know 

hard life, UK shit, twenty below 

and Miss Goulding is exploding 

I rebound Dennis Rodman with a nose ring 

I get braino, hi hater no Maino 

My name Chiddy and she know im gonna bang though 

and thats word to the UK 

I keep it Kickin and Pushin like I was Lupe 

My definition is high, I thinks its blue ray 

and I still could care less what you say 

my last shawty, she was down to ride 

and I killed her under the sheets 

it was homocide 

(sample) 

were under the sheets and you're killing me 

In our house made of paper, you're words all over me 

Were under the sheets and you're killing me 

Were in a mess babe >2 

Your more is less babe (oh, oh) 

Were in a mess babe>2 

Your more is less babe (oh, oh) 

(Chiddy) 

Let me tell you what was crazy though 

I fell in love with a shawty up on the radio 

And what did I call her, a queen 

psychadellic 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 kno how it is 

No ghost, I intervene 

I flow and get the cream and i take it apart 

and every-time I fix it, I be breakin her heart 

Then shit got worse when we made it to the charts 

Now its different, niece want to tell them faces apart 

Shawty 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 aint over me yet 

So i put her under the sheets 

(sample) 

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

In our house made of paper, you're words all over me 

Wer'e under the sheets and you're killin me 

killin me, killin me, killin me 

killin me, killin me, killin me