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I’ve got the sun in my pocket and the moon in my hands /
I throw it up amongst the stars and watch it move in a dance /
Sometimes I stop and play it over again /
With a smooth breeze blowing, flowing closer within, hey.

Verse 1:

Now let me think about the route that I took /

Chorus: You’ll feel addicted after 6 seconds of flinging with her, she’s in your system, sick sadistic after entering her, and even though you know she’s bad for you, poison gets a grasp of you, won’t let it go. (x2)

Oh no, now she’s got a hold on you, you better be sure you think it’s worth it, if perfect just on the surface, then surely it must be worth it, but you won’t let go, and that’s the thing she’s like a drug, like when she leaves you just want more, and even more is not enough, it’s tough to be caught up in such a lust but what the f***, just one more dose, and it’ll be fine, now shoot it up, now feel the rush.

Chorus: You’ll feel addicted after 6 seconds of flinging with her, she’s in your system, sick sadistic after entering her, and even though you know she’s bad for you, poison gets a grasp of you, won’t let it go. (x2)

The poison drips right off her lips, one kiss, be ready to take a trip, some say she’s sick, but I don’t know, it’s something about her, that’s got all of these crowds around her, you’ll find she’s hard to get out of your mind, the best kind of high, that money can’t even buy, believe it I got the first hand ticket to the ride of my life, with the first hand ticking to the time of my life, it’s the perfect rendition of how it happened now, touching and feeling, believe me, you want to have it now.

What's it like to be in Paris
What's it like to be a VIP
I heard you met with Calvin Harris
I heard that you were born in NYC (It's true)
So tell me whats it like in New York
Two-year seats to Statue Liberty
I heard you weren't alive when photos out in a club somewhere in Germany (VIP, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I do it just like me, I do it just like me (Oh, oh, oh, oh)

Chorus: I call it a love rush, so ease up, can’t help but to touch so please just, let me run my hands up and down your body, caught up in a dance, a love rush and call me, tell me it’s. (x2)

Pulling your hair, would do detail, but I shouldn’t go there, the light seems just to float upon us, I likely won’t let go I promise, caught up in the moment, honest, slow up, now just hold up, flaunt it. I can’t get enough, this love rush, has got me dying just to touch, I might get a little out of line tonight, gripping you, I figure that you’re mine tonight, go with it, I’mma little out my mind tonight, so with it, in the middle of the thing I call a love rush.

Chorus: I call it a love rush, so ease up, can’t help but to touch so please just, let me run my hands up and down your body, caught up in a dance, a love rush and call me, tell me it’s. (x2)

You can tell me, if I’m too much, I don’t care who’s around me, I’m like that, just give me two seconds, you bet, I’ll be right back, head through the back door, finish a night cap, now take this, take these, take those, sip that, take me, ease up, sit back, break free, do whatever you want, just make me, go reckless, accept it, intense, aggressive, its endless, a fetish, reckon it’s better than anything that I did, like a fling, but I tend just to think it’s a love rush.

I’ve got the sun in my pocket and the moon in hands
I throw it up amongst the stars and watch it move in a dance
Sometimes I stop and play it over again
With a smooth breeze blowing, flowing closer within, hey.

Now let me think about the route that I took
I heard them say that I should play it by the rules of the book
But I took it real easy on them, proceed to beat the problem

Chorus: How could you even begin to change the mood that I’m in, it’s not really a question, I’m guessing up a wave of accolades that I made, forget the lesser, as for the rest, well I’ll get on it when I get there. (x2)

Oh what a wonderful thought, to think that you can get out when you’re stuck in the dark, so keep it moving sweetheart, bleeding with a bleak heart is nothing to you, and even the elite few fail to appease you with nothing prove, oh – slow – up and let the good times roll, I’m stepping on the clouds, checking on the crowd all surround me – me – me – me.

Chorus: How could you even begin to change the mood that I’m in, it’s not really a question, I’m guessing up a wave of accolades that I made, forget the lesser, as for the rest, well I’ll get on it when I get there. (x2)

And when I get there, hope there’s roses at my feet, everybody dancing, hope they’re holding on the beat, and I hope my past excursions are felt, working by the urges that determine my wealth, while I was working on the courage to encourage myself, when assurance wasn’t further than the hurt that I felt, so – slow – up and let the good times roll, my head is in the clouds, barely touch the ground and it’s all for me – me – me – me.