Wicked Games (Live)
I left my girl back home
I don't love her no more
And she'll never fucking know that
These fucking eyes that I'm staring at
Let me see that ass
Look at all this cash
And I emptied out my cards too
Now I'm fucking leaning on that
Bring your love, baby, I could bring my shame
Bring the drugs, baby, I could bring my pain
I got my heart right here
I got my scars right here
Bring the cups, baby, I could bring the drank
Bring your body, baby, I could bring you fame
And that's my motherfucking words too
Just let me motherfucking love you
Listen ma, I'll give you all I got
Get me off of this, I need confidence in myself
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ohh, yeah, ohh
Listen ma, I'll give you all of me
Give me all of it, I need all of it to myself
Whoa-whoa, whoa
So tell me you love me
(Only for tonight, only for the night)
Even though you don't love me
(Oh-whoa, oh-whoa)
Just tell me you love me
(I'll give you what I need) ohh-yeah
(I'll give you all of me)
Even though you don't love me
(Oh-whoa) yeah, yeah
(Oh-whoa) yeah, yeah
Uh, let me see you dance
I love to watch you dance
Take you down another level
And get you dancing with the devil
Take a shot of this
But I'm warning you
I'm on that shit that you can't smell, baby
So, put down your perfume
Bring your love, baby, I could bring my shame
Bring the drugs, baby, I could bring my pain
Oh, I got my heart right here
Oh, I got my scars right here
Bring the cups, baby, I could bring the drank
Bring your body, baby, I could bring you fame
And that's my motherfucking words too, ayy
So let me motherfucking love you
Listen ma, I'll give you all I got
Get me off of this (off of this), I need confidence (confidence) in myself
Ohh, oh, ayy, ayy, ayy
Listen ma, I'll give you all of me (ooh)
Give me all of it, I need all of it to myself
I need all of it, so tell me you love me, yeah
(Only for tonight) ohh
(Only for the night)
Even though you don't love me, yeah
(Oh-whoa) ohh
(Oh-whoa)
Just tell me you love me
(I'll give you what I need) ohh-oh
(I'll give you all of me)
Even though you don't love me, ohh, yeah
(Oh-whoa, oh-whoa) ohh
Juegos Perversos (En Vivo)
Trae tu amor, nena, yo podría traer mi vergüenza
Trae las drogas, nena, yo podría traer mi dolor
Tengo mi corazón aquí
Tengo mis cicatrices aquí mismo
Trae las copas, nena, podría traer la bebida
Trae tu cuerpo, nena, yo podría traerte fama
Y esas son mis malditas palabras también
Así que déjame amarte, maldita madre
Escucha, mamá, te daré todo lo que tengo
Sácame de esto, necesito confianza en mí mismo
Escucha, mamá, te daré todo de mí
Dame todo, lo necesito todo para mí, nena, para mí, nena
Así que dime que me amas
Quiero saber, Los Ángeles, ¿me amas, nena?
Solo dime que me amas
Oh, Los Ángeles, ¿me amas?
Oh, la, ¿me amas?
Oh, lado oeste, ¿me amas?
Vaya, cielo
Así que dime que me amas
Composição: Abel Tesfaye / Carlo Montagnese / Doc McKinney / R. Miller Blanchaer