- cifra
You give me the shakes
You give me the cold sweats
You're giving me reasons to turn my tear drops
Into death threats
You're going straight to machine
So I kiss my brothers
I never took off my chains
They never took my colors
Take 'em on in the morning luv
I'm digging deep for my Midas touch
We could be chasing the waves
I know it isn't much
Let it drop, let it drop
People don't make it easy
Let it drop, let it drop
Isn't it strange
The way you move me so?
You love me with hot hammers
And then your blood runs cold
For my next trick
Gonna be like: Where she go?
Make an exit
Like adiós amigos
It got too complicated
Cool it down and refrigerate it
We could be lassoing the stars
But people don't make it easy
Let it drop, let it drop
Let it drop
Let it drop, people don't make it easy
Let it drop, let it drop
Let it drop
