Damn (Votú Remix)

First, he loves me more than he loves her
First, I pick him out of the gutter
First, he loves me like there's no other
First, I'm gonna mow you like butter
Sick, tip the stomach of others
Ha, when we get under covers
Tricks, treat me to castles and colors
Damn, it burns like friction on rubber

All the things you tell yourself, tell yourself
All the things you tell yourself, tell yourself
All the things you tell yourself, tell yourself
All the things you tell yourself, tell yourself
All the things you tell yourself, tell yourself (Ah)
All the things you tell yourself, tell yourself (Ah)
All the things you tell yourself, tell yourself (Ah)
All the things you tell yourself, tell yourself (Ah)

Damn
Could you put it up a little louder please, louder please?
You hear me?
Could you put it up a little louder please, louder please?
Could you put it up a little louder please, louder please?
You hear me?
Could you put it up a little louder please, louder please?

All the things you tell yourself, tell yourself
All the things you tell yourself, tell yourself
All the things you tell yourself, tell yourself
All the things you tell yourself, tell yourself

It's got me tripping, now I can't find my lighter
And we're switchin' oppositions like fighters
And they're stickin', I'm breakin' hearts with no kindness
And damn, I think I'm ready for guys
It's got me tripping, now I can't find my lighter
And we're switchin' oppositions like fighters
And they're stickin', I'm breakin' hearts with no kindness
And damn, I think I'm ready for guys
Damn

Sick, ha, tricks, damn
Sick, ha, tricks, damn
All the things you tell yourself