More songs by Corbyn Besson
Description
Background Vocals: Corbyn Besson
Vocal Production, Producer, Background Vocals: Tenroc
Producer: Hitboy
Vocal Production, Producer, Mixer: Trevor Muzzy
Sound Engineer: Dale Becker
Author, Composer: Corbyn Besson
Author, Composer: Jason Cornet
Author, Composer: Chauncey Hollis
Author, Composer: James Essien
Author, Composer: Douglas Ford
Author, Composer: Trevor Muzzy
Author, Composer: Peter Lee Johnson
Lyrics and translation
Original
Here we go, not again. They keep telling me I lost my common sense, oh.
Already know how it ends. We say that we're done and then we start a trend, oh.
You're never not right next to me.
We're matching tees on Christmas Eve.
You fit just like the missing piece. I want you to mess it up for everyone else.
Put me through the fire, baby, make my heart melt.
I want you to ruin me, baby.
This the type of love that make me lie to myself. Till we get to Heaven, baby, put me through Hell.
I want you to ruin me, baby, yeah.
I want you to keep me on like a porch light. Know the Bentley ain't cheap.
Turn a boys' night to your night. Have me pack extra keys. Pull the blankets to your side.
All night, let me freeze, yeah. I want you to. . . Double doors, mine and yours.
Double reservation from the Beamer to the bed.
Now it's two AM, we watching Friends on this California king with my twin, she a queen, oh yeah.
Ooh, girl, you're never not right next to me. We're matching tees on Christmas Eve.
You fit just like the missing piece, oh. I want you to mess it up for everyone else.
Put me through the fire, baby, make my heart melt.
I want you to ruin, I want you to ruin me, baby. This the type of love that make me lie to myself.
Till we get to Heaven, baby, put me through Hell.
I want you to ruin me, baby.
I want you to keep me on like a porch light. Know the Bentley ain't cheap.
Turn a boys' night to your night. Have me pack extra keys. Pull the blankets to your side.
All night, let me freeze, yeah.
I want you to ruin me, baby.
I want you to ruin me, baby!
English translation
Here we go, not again. They keep telling me I lost my common sense, oh.
Already know how it ends. We say that we're done and then we start a trend, oh.
You're never not right next to me.
We're matching tees on Christmas Eve.
You fit just like the missing piece. I want you to mess it up for everyone else.
Put me through the fire, baby, make my heart melt.
I want you to ruin me, baby.
This the type of love that make me lie to myself. Till we get to Heaven, baby, put me through Hell.
I want you to ruin me, baby, yeah.
I want you to keep me on like a porch light. Know the Bentley ain't cheap.
Turn a boys' night to your night. Have me pack extra keys. Pull the blankets to your side.
All night, let me freeze, yeah. I want you to. . . Double doors, mine and yours.
Double reservation from the Beamer to the bed.
Now it's two AM, we watching Friends on this California king with my twin, she a queen, oh yeah.
Ooh, girl, you're never not right next to me. We're matching tees on Christmas Eve.
You fit just like the missing piece, oh. I want you to mess it up for everyone else.
Put me through the fire, baby, make my heart melt.
I want you to ruin, I want you to ruin me, baby. This the type of love that make me lie to myself.
Till we get to Heaven, baby, put me through Hell.
I want you to ruin me, baby.
I want you to keep me on like a porch light. Know the Bentley ain't cheap.
Turn a boys' night to your night. Have me pack extra keys. Pull the blankets to your side.
All night, let me freeze, yeah.
I want you to ruin me, baby.
I want you to ruin me, baby!