Artist: Chiddy Bang
Song: Under The Sheets
Album: Air Swell
Year: 2010

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'Air Swell' Track Listing:
1. Air Swell Intro
2. Under The Sheets
3. Stylo (Remix)
4. Hey London
5. Breakfast
6. Pass Out
7. Shooter

Lyrics:
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, I've seen you in a fight
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 killing me

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, don't even know
Hard like UK, shit 20 below
And Miss Golding is exploding
I rebound Dennis Rodman with a nose ring
I get brain-o, 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' pushin' like I was Lupe
My definition is high, I think it's blue ray
And I still could care less what you say
Uh, my last shorty, she was down to ride
And I killed her under the sheets, it was homicide

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 killing me
We're in a mess, babe, we're in a mess, babe
Your more is less, babe (oh, oh)
We're in a mess, babe, we're in a mess, babe
Your more is less, babe (oh, oh)

And 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, you 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 every time I try to fix it, I be breakin' her heart
Then shit got worse when we made it to charts
Now it's 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

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 killing me
You're killing me

You're killing me
In our house made of paper, your words all over me
We're under the sheets and you're
Killing me, killing me, killing me
Killing me, killing me, killing me

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