F.T.S.

Maybe it’s time to take a leap of faith (ah-ah, ah-ah)
And come to my sense and take my shirt off in the rain (ah-ah, ah-ah)
Strike a fucking match in love and desire and put my hands up into flames

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, ah yeah
Over it, ah yeah
Off the gris, ah, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, (fuck that shit)

I’m in love, you’re a game
Switching up, switching lanes
Won’t fight the urge, I’ll go insane
I’ll say what I want if this shit’s true (true)
Oh, yeah, if this 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, ah yeah
Over it, ah yeah
Off the gris, ah, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, (fuck that shit)