We do the thing, but we know it’s wrong
All on my skin, you all in my palm
I sent you an envelope, came with a poem
You possess venom, that came with charm
You get the good out 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 you demons, I know where this goin’
Love when you fuckin’ me, talkin’, I know what you doin’