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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Weeknd
The Weeknd
Vocals
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Songwriter
Abel Makkonen Tesfaye
Abel Makkonen Tesfaye
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Weeknd
The Weeknd
Producer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer
Sage Skolfield
Sage Skolfield
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Tommy Rush
Tommy Rush
Mixing Engineer
Sean Solymar
Sean Solymar
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Temperature rising, bodies united
Now that I've trapped you in my arms
No need to fight it, no need to hide it
Now that I've seen what's in your heart
Baby girl, I'm the only one who knows this side of you
And, baby, you know that I can pull out what's inside of you
Even though it's wrong
It's wrong
Even though it's wrong, baby
My girl
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, ooh-oh
You want me inside it, beg me to slide in
Knowing we should have never met
Girl, when you ride it, see you decide it
Don't say those words that you'll regret
Baby girl, I can tell that you think that I'm right for you
I already know that it's not true, but, girl, I'll lie to you
Even though it's wrong
It's wrong
Even though it's wrong, baby
Oh girl
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, ooh-oh, oh
We do the things, what we know is wrong
All in my skin, you all in my palm
I sent you an envelope, came with a poem
You possess venom that came with a charm
You get the good out of me when I perform
I know the bad in you, that's what I want
And you a baddie, you turnin' me on
Fiend for your demons, I know where this goin'
Love when you **** me, talkin', girl, I know what you doin'
Caught up in love, what the **** is we doin'?
Models and bottles with us, ain't nothin' to it
I tell you, "I got you", that's well understood
Your legs on the bed, got your head on the floor
We go out shoppin' whenever we get bored
We get to poppin', leave nothin' in the stores
If I go to Saturn, I know that you goin'
**** me on Saturday, early in the morn'
Flyer than a bird, she gon' open her door
Screamin' out murder, but showin' you remorse
Gotta be cautious, can't play this in court
Stars on the ceilin', don't feel like a Porsche
Came from the trenches, just livin' on war
Once was a prostitute, I can afford it, the one I adore
Temperature rising, bodies united
Now that I've trapped you in my arms
No need to fight it, no need to hide it
Now that I've seen what's in your heart
Baby girl, I'm the only one who knows this side of you
And, baby, you know that I can pull out what's inside of you
Even though it's wrong
It's wrong
Even though it's wrong, baby
My girl
Written by: Abel Tesfaye, Leland Wayne, MIKE DEAN, Nayvadius Wilburn
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