Under The Sheets Lyrics

(Ellie Goulding sample) u left ur blood stain on the floor u set ur sights on him u 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 ive seen you in a fight u lost, ive seen you in a fi-i-i-i-ght
were under the sheets and ur killing me in our house made of paper, ur words all over me were under the sheets and ur killin me (Xaphoon u crazy yo, this that type of shit u can move to, uh)
(Chiddy) i aint worried bout the critics but y u tell ur friends that i hit it and quit it im just laid back, dont think im a party guy and if u look at me, i bet i had u starry eyed
what kinda car u drive, dont even kno 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 kno im gon bang tho 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 u say my last shorty, she was down to ride and i killed her under the sheets it was homocide
(sample) [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/under-the-sheets-lyrics-chiddy-bang.html ] were under the sheets and ur killing me in our house made of paper, ur words all over me were under the sheets and ur killin me
were in a mess babe, were in a mess babe ur more is less babe (oh, oh) were in a mess babe, were in a mess babe ur more is less babe (oh, oh)
(Chiddy) let me tell u what was crazy tho i fell in love with a shorty 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 let u kno how it is no ghost, i intervene
i flow and get the cream and i take it apart and everytime 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
shorty dont leave me i make it so easy she needs me but i aint 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) were under the sheets and ur killing me in our house made of paper, ur words all over me were under the sheets and ur killin me killin me, killin me, killin me killin me, killin me, killin me