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