Double Fantasy (feat. Future)

The Weeknd

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    Temperature risin', bodies unitin'
    Now that I trapped you in my arms
    No need to fight it, no need to hide it
    Now that I see what's in your heart

    Baby girl, I'm the only one who knows this side of you
    And, baby, you know that I can pull out what's inside of you

    Even though it's wrong
    It's wrong
    Even though it's wrong, baby
    My girl

    Oh, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, oh-oh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Oh, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Oh-oh-oh

    You want me inside you, beg me to slide in
    Knowing we should have never met
    Girl, when you ride it, see you decide it
    Don't say those words that you'll regret
    Baby girl, I can tell that you think that I'm right to you
    I already know that it's not true, but, girl, I'll lie to you

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    Even though it's wrong (yeah, yeah)
    It's wrong (yeah, yeah)
    Even though it's wrong, baby (yeah, yeah)
    My girl (yeah)

    Oh, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, oh-oh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Oh, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Oh-oh-oh

    We do the things, but we know it's wrong
    All on my skin, you all in my palm
    I sent you an envelope, came with a poem
    You possess venom, that came with a charm
    You get the good out me when I perform
    I know the bad of you, that's what I want
    And you a baddie, you turnin' me on
    Fiend for your demons, I know where this goin'

    Love when you fuckin' me, talkin', I know what you doin'
    Caught up in love, what the fuck is we doin'?
    Models and bottles with us, ain't nothin' to it
    I tell you: I got you, that's well understood
    Your legs on the bed, got your head on the floor
    We go out shoppin' whenever we get bored
    We get it poppin', leave nothin' in the store
    If I go to Saturn, I know that you goin'

    Fuck me on Saturday early in the mornin'
    Flyer than a bird, she gon' open her door
    Screamin' out murder, but showin' you remorse
    Gotta be cautious, can't pay the support
    Stars in the ceilin', don't feel like a Porsche
    Came from the trenches, just livin' at war
    Once was a prostitute, I can afford you
    The one I adore

    Temperature risin', bodies unitin'
    Now that I trapped you in my arms
    No need to fight it, no need to hide it
    Now that I see what's in your heart

    Baby girl, I'm the only one who knows this side of you
    And, baby, you know that I can pull out what's inside of you

    Even though it's wrong
    It's wrong
    Even though it's wrong, baby
    My girl

    Song details

    Composition: Dean Michael George, Nayvadius Wilburn, The Weeknd, and Metro

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