More songs by Dua Saleh
Description
Producer: Billy Lemos
Main Artist: Dua Saleh
Lyricist: Dua Saleh
Composer Lyricist: Dua Saleh
Composer Lyricist: William Lemos
Lyrics and translation
Original
Didn't you know ain't no cure for the sun? So let it beat down on you.
Baby, you can heal and it can all feel real. While staring at the sky so blue.
He who makes some poison licks his fingers.
He who makes some money gets wrapped up in it. Oh, but I, I.
I don't pay you as a tithe to heaven.
Forget the high noon, we're bred to be a team. I got shivers running up and down my spine.
Please be ours. What do I do? You don't need another sign.
I got the right timing, you got the right body.
I won't hear another word.
As heaven awaits you, good gracious copy.
He who makes some poison licks his fingers.
He who makes some money gets wrapped up in it.
Oh, but I, I. I don't pay you as a tithe to heaven.
Forget the high noon, we're bred to be a team.
I got shivers running up and down my spine. Please be ours.
What do
I do? I don't pay you as a tithe to heaven.
Forget the high noon, we're bred to be a team.
I got shivers running up and down my spine. Please be ours.
What do I do?
English translation
Didn't you know ain't no cure for the sun? So let it beat down on you.
Baby, you can heal and it can all feel real. While staring at the sky so blue.
He who makes some poison licks his fingers.
He who makes some money gets wrapped up in it. Oh, but I, I.
I don't pay you as a tithe to heaven.
Forget the high noon, we're bred to be a team. I got shivers running up and down my spine.
Please be ours. What do I do? You don't need another sign.
I got the right timing, you got the right body.
I won't hear another word.
As heaven awaits you, good gracious copy.
He who makes some poison licks his fingers.
He who makes some money gets wrapped up in it.
Oh, but I, I. I don't pay you as a tithe to heaven.
Forget the high noon, we're bred to be a team.
I got shivers running up and down my spine. Please be ours.
What do
I do? I don't pay you as a tithe to heaven.
Forget the high noon, we're bred to be a team.
I got shivers running up and down my spine. Please be ours.
What do I do?