Vetta Borne - R.I.P Lyrics

I fell in love again
You really are the one
I’m feeling really blessed
With your midas touch

The neighbours on the fence
‘Cause we’re out of control
You take out all my stress
Looking for the gold

And I’m like oh my gosh
You look good when you take that off
You got your hands up on my neck
Let’s show off to the passing cars

I’m sitting right on your heaven
A ticket to the one above
But you don’t let me catch my breath
Running in a marathon

Ahh….

Girl, you’ve got me seeing stars
I think I’ve just met my god
R.I.P to me, I’m gone
‘Cause you know how to make me….

Pass out on the bench
Why you keep on going?
I’m out of my head
You’re tryna kill me off

And I’m like oh my gosh
You look good when you take that off
You got your hands up on my neck
Let’s show off to the passing cars

I’m sitting right on your heaven
A ticket to the one above
But you don’t let me catch my breath
Running in a marathon

Ahh….

Girl, you’ve got me seeing stars
I think I’ve just met my god
R.I.P to me, I’m gone
‘Cause you know how to make me….