Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffrey Edward Herbert
Songwriter
Paul The Producer
Songwriter
Lyrics
I told her I can't date no more dancers
She told me she can't take no for an answer
And she asked me
What are we fighting for
Why don't we settle the score
I'm just with you cause I'm bored
And she asked me, what are we fighting for
Why don't we settle the score
I'm just with you cause I'm bored
I must've forgot where I put my manners
I told her I can't understand all her Spanish
I turned to her friends, they giggle and laughing
Down my whole drink, tryna forget what happened
She grabs me by the arm, suddenly I am dancing
I tell her she's cute, she told me I'm handsome
Shots on her friends, like they all got their hands up
I pull out my phone, but I'm way too damn hammered
If I drive home, I will most likely crash it
She tells me she can take me home in a taxi
I'm mesmerized, I just hop in the backseat
Asked me if I don't mind spending the night
I couldn't say no, like I was paralyzed
We get to her home, it's a paradise
She shows me around her place, being polite
Brings me to her room, saying this is your bed
She leaps on it while she is getting undressed
I see her with a picture of my girlfriend
I ask who is this, she says she's my cousin
And she asks me, what are you smiling for
Why don't we settle the score
I'm starting to like you some more
And she asks me, what are you smiling for
Why don't we settle the score
I'm starting to like you some more
Her room is spinning, I can't tell if it's the liquor
She hugs me and I go to try to kiss her
I open my eyes cause there was a brief pause
The girl of my dreams falls apart in my arms
And the walls in the room drift up and beyond
Till I'm left with nothing, just alone with my thoughts
And they grab me, and I wake up from my dream
They try to feed me some more medication
I try to resist with clear hesitation
I notice that we are in a windowless basement
A lab designed for experimentation
And they ask me, what are you fighting for
Get your hands off that door
Quit trying to leave the pyschward
And they ask me, what are you fighting for
Get your hands off that door
Quit trying to leave the psychward
Writer(s): Jeffrey Herbert
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