Don’t (Feat. Rick Ross) – Ed Sheeran – letras

Hit the corner, burnin’ rubberLike a stunt driverBurning marijuana, bitch, I’m a bit liverGotta keep a bitch in check, microphone checkKilled your boy’s career, still no arrest yetSnow white yacht in my red YeezysEd Sheeran got the city streets tweakin’On a back block you may catch the bossM-cig, let it vape so we liftin’ offWith a weapon, go to steppin’ like I’m Kevin SpaceyNo prom date, women they would love to hate meIt’s such a pretty thing, life is such a bitchWent to sleep as friends, waking up to thisSee it my way or see me at the topBuilt an empire, bitch, off a nickel rockMicrophone check, microphone checkWe came to party, smoke until there’s nothing leftI met this girl late last yearShe said « don’t you worry if I disappear »I told her « I’m not really looking for another mistake »I called an old friend thinking that the trouble would waitBut then I jumped right in a week later, returnedI reckon she was only looking for a lover to burnBut I gave her my time for two or three nightsThen I put it on pause until the moment was rightI went away for months until our paths crossed againShe told me « I was never looking for a friendMaybe you could swing by my room around tenBaby, bring the lemon and a bottle of ginWe’ll be in between the sheets till the late AM »Baby, if you wanted me then should have just saidShe’s singingDon’t fuck with my loveThat heart is so coldAll over my armI don’t wanna know that babeDon’t fuck with my loveI told her she knowsTake aim and reloadI don’t wanna know that babeAnd for a couple weeks I only wanna see herWe drink away the days with a takeaway pizzaBefore a text message was the only way to reach herNow she’s staying at my place and loves the way I treat herSinging out ArethaAll over the track like a featureAnd never wants to sleep, I guess that I don’t want to eitherBut me and her, we make money the same wayFour cities, two planes, the same dayAnd those shows have never been what it’s aboutBut maybe we’ll go together and just figure it outI’d rather put on a film with you and sit on a couchBut we should get on a plane or we’ll be missing it nowWish I’d have written it downThe way that things played outWhen she was kissing himHow I was confused aboutNow she should figure it out, while I’m sat here singingDon’t fuck with my loveThat heart is so coldAll over my armI don’t wanna know that babeDon’t fuck with my loveI told her she knowsTake aim and reloadI don’t wanna know that babe(Knock knock knock) on my hotel doorI don’t even know if she knows what forShe was crying on my shoulder, I already told yaTrust and respect is what we do this forI never intended to be nextBut you didn’t need to take him to bed, that’s allAnd I never saw him as a threatUntil you disappeared with him to have sex, of courseIt’s not like we were both on tourWe were staying on the same fucking hotel floorAnd I wasn’t looking for a promise or commitmentBut it was never just fun, and I thought you were differentThis is not the way you realised what you wantedIt’s a bit too much, too late if I’m honestAnd all this time, God knows I’m singingDon’t fuck with my loveThat heart is so coldAll over my armI don’t wanna know that babeDon’t fuck with my loveI told her she knowsTake aim and reloadI don’t wanna know that babeDon’t fuck with my loveThat heart is so coldAll over my armI don’t wanna know that babeDon’t fuck with my loveI told her she knowsTake aim and reloadI don’t wanna know that babe