Lyrics: Dua Saleh/William Lemos
Music: Dua Saleh/William Lemos
Didn't you know
Ain't no cure for the sun
So let it beat down on you
Maybe you can heal
And it can all feel real
While staring at the sky so blue
He who makes some poison
Licks their fingers
He who makes some money
Gets wrapped up in it (Oh)
But I, I
I don't peg you as the type to ever forget
But I know I grind through your pretty head
I do, I do
I got shivers running up and down my spine
Please me, oh-oh
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
That's heaven on Earth
Good gracious copy
He who makes some poison
Licks their fingers
He who makes some money
Gets wrapped up in it, oh
But I, I
I don't peg you as the type to ever forget
But I know I grind through your pretty head
I do, I do
I got shivers running up and down my spine
Please me, oh
What do I do?
I don't peg you as the type to ever forget
But I know I grind through your pretty head
I do, I do
I got shivers running up and down my spine
Please me, oh-oh
What do I do?