[Sevyn Streeter]
I know we in love
But not with each other, no, and we don´t mind
´Cause you´re still mine (Oh, babe)
If we keep it up (Up)

Then maybe these two wrongs might make it right
Don´t tell nobody

[ Sevyn Streeter]
We ain´t lookin´ to hurt ´em (Hurt ´em)
So good that we´re doin´ ´em dirty
I won´t say no
I can´t say no, oh-oh
His calls, I´ve been ignorin´ (Ignorin´)
We up all night until the mornin´
I can´t say no, oh-woah

[Sevyn Streeter, Chris Brown]
You gon´ get me
Caught up, love drunk, fucked up over you
But we don´t feel guilty
The more that we keep sneakin´, creepin´, leavin´
Hotel rooms

Might just leave ´em alone
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chris Brown]
With my girl and my phone face down
Hope you don´t call when she´s around
I know that you fiendin´ now
All we know is touch and go
And now she lookin´ at me different
I be leavin´ and tellin´ her that it´s business
We mix bad with good intentions
All we know is no control

[ Chris Brown]
We ain´t lookin´ to hurt ´em
So good that we´re doin´ ´em dirty
I won´t say no
I can´t say no, woah

Her calls, I´ve been ignorin´ (Oh)
We up all night until the mornin´ (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
I can´t say no, ooh-woah

[Sevyn Streeter & Chris Brown, A$AP Ferg]
You gon´ get me
Caught up (Caught up), love drunk (Oh-woah), fucked up over you
But we don´t feel guilty
The more that we keep sneakin´ (Ooh-woah) creepin´, leavin´
Leavin´ hotel rooms (Yeah)
Might just (Might just), leave ´em alone (What? Yeah, woo, ooh)
You gon´ get me (Uh)

[A$AP Ferg]

Can´t leave you alone, fiendin´ and seekin´ your moans (Yeah)
We be in the zone, he leavin´, I creep in your home (Right)
I´ll get you jiggy up, I´ll get you Alyx and that chrome (Yeah)
That nigga finna go crazy, just answer your phone (Right)
And, yeah, I seen you with your man on Rodeo Drive (Yeah)
SMH, thinking ´bout how I was in those thighs (Thighs)
Know you wish you was with me, you see me in the ride (Yeah)
You also see my bitch, she sittin´ in passenger side (Yeah)
Let´s just speak the real, I´m puttin´ all passion aside (Woo, come on)

You know we started off as friends, we just happened to vibe (Yeah)
Now you´re my guilty pleasure, fill me with letters of lies (Alright)
I think I met my match ´cause you as savage as I

[Sevyn Streeter, Chris Brown]
Oh-oh, you gon´ get me
Caught up, love drunk, fucked up over you
But we don´t feel guilty
The more that we keep sneakin´, creepin´, leavin´ (I might have to chose you)
Hotel rooms
Might just (Might just), leave ´em (Leave ´em), alone
Leave ´em alone

[ Sevyn Streeter]

Can´t you see
What you do to me, baby?
Can´t you see
What you do to me, baby?