F.T.S.

Maybe it's time to take a leap of faith (ah-ah, ah-ah)
And come to my senses and take my shirt off in the rain (ah-ah, ah-ah)
Strike a fuckin' match of love and desire and warm my hands up in the flame

Whatever happened to freedom and honesty? (Ooh)
What matters to you, you, you, is 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 grid, ah, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, (fuck that shit)

I'm in love, you're on game
Switchin' up, switchin' 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 that shit's true (if that shit's true)

Whatever happened to freedom and honesty?
What matters to you, you, you, is 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 grid, ah, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, (fuck that shit)