F.T.S.

Maybe it's time to take a leap of faith (ah-ah, ah-ah) And come to my senses and take my shirt off in the rain (ah-ah, ah-ah) Strike a fuckin' match of love and desire And warm my hands up in the flame Whatever happened to freedom and honesty? (Ooh) 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 game Switchin' up, switchin' lanes Won't fight the urge, I'll go insane I'll say what I want if this 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)