F.T.S.

Maybe it's time to take a leap of faith

And come to my senses and take my shirt off in the rain

Strike a fuckin' match of love and desire and warm my hands up in the flame

Whatever happened to freedom and honesty?

What matters to you, you, you

It's not that deep to me

Fuck that shit

Ah, yeah

Flip the script

Ah, yeah

Inside of me

Ah, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Fuck that shit

I am

Over it

Ah, yeah

Off the grid

Ah, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Fuck that shit)

I'm in love

You're on games

Switchin' up

Switchin' lanes

Won't fight the urge, I'll go insane

I'll say what I want if that shit's true

True

Ah, yeah

If that shit's true

If that shit's true

Whatever happened to freedom and honesty?

What matters to you, you, you

It's not that deep to me

Fuck that shit

Ah, yeah

Flip the script

Ah, yeah

Inside of me

Ah, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Fuck that shit

I am

Over it

Ah, yeah

Off the grid

Ah, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Fuck that shit)