Damn (Votú Remix)

First, he loves me more than he loves her First, I pick him out of the gutter First, he loves me like there's no other First, I’m gonna mow you like butter Sick, tip the stomach of others Ha, when we get under covers Tricks, treat me to castles and colors Damn, it burns like friction on rubber All the things you tell yourself, tell yourself All the things you tell yourself, tell yourself All the things you tell yourself, tell yourself All the things you tell yourself, tell yourself All the things you tell yourself, tell yourself (Ah) All the things you tell yourself, tell yourself (Ah) All the things you tell yourself, tell yourself (Ah) All the things you tell yourself, tell yourself (Ah) Damn Could you put it up a little louder please, louder please? You hear me? Could you put it up a little louder please, louder please? Could you put it up a little louder please, louder please? You hear me? Could you put it up a little louder please, louder please? All the things you tell yourself, tell yourself All the things you tell yourself, tell yourself All the things you tell yourself, tell yourself All the things you tell yourself, tell yourself It's got me tripping, now I can't find my lighter And we’re switchin' oppositions like fighters And they're stickin', I'm breakin' hearts with no kindness And damn, I think I'm ready for guys It's got me tripping, now I can’t find my lighter And we’re switchin' oppositions like fighters And they’re stickin', I'm breakin' hearts with no kindness And damn, I think I’m ready for guys Damn Sick, ha, tricks, damn Sick, ha, tricks, damn All the things you tell yourself