[Intro: Summrs]
(Desire)
Yeah, yeah
Oh, woah
Yeah
Woah, oh, oh

[Chorus: Summrs]
You make me feel right, baby, stay for the night
Understand that you got a flight, understand that you'll be mine
Love feeling like a drug 'cause it get me through the night
Always chasing the high, could see that shit up in my eye

[Verse 1: Summrs]
Making this shit be so hard
Sit your ass down and let's talk
Tell me in my phone, what you saw
Me throwing money at these broads
Seen a bitch up in my car
Now you abusing alcohol
You feel that shit up in your heart
Yeah, that's what I felt when you did it to me
It's weighin' on your heart heavy and I know that you feel you can't breathe
All these bitches wanna sex me and I know you a freak for me
Just know that I'll be the n***a that you wanted me to be
When I get down on my knee and say, "You will marry me"
[Bridge: Summrs]
Just know that I'll be the n***a that you wanted me to be
When I get down on my knee and say, "You will marry me"
Oh, when I get down on my knee
When I get down on one knee and ask you to marry me

[Chorus: Summrs & Desire]
You make me feel right, baby, stay for the night
Understand that you got a flight, understand that you'll be mine
Love feeling like a drug 'cause it get me through the night
Always chasing the high, could see that shit up in my eye

[Verse 2: Desire]
Hmm, hmm, yeah, and I'm on my last high
Dope sick in this bitch, stomach feeling sick, I'm tryna get right (Yeah)
He ain't got no money, he a lame n***a, get him out of my sight
VVS diamonds in my mouth, they gon' hit right
You ain't gotta stress, baby girl, I swear to God we gon' get right
Yeah, hidden in the hills, burstin' out in chills, I ain't got my pills
Yeah, run through all this money and I swear to God I never signed a deal
Yeah, n***as acting funny, hit 'em with that drummy all in his tummy (Woah)
Yeah, really having money, really fuck around and send a crash dummy
Yeah, yeah, got in my bag (Bag)
Yeah, all these n***as mad (All these n***as mad)
Get off my sack (Get off my sack)
Yeah, and n***a, you better go run up a sack (You better go run up a sack)
Yeah, yeah, huh, better be totin' you a mag'
When I catch you, lil' n***a
[Outro: Desire]
Oh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
N***a