fault lines Songtext
von 53 Thieves

I see you working, baby, uh
Yeah, ha-ha, uh, look

All the women in the world that are being bad girls
Baby, don′t care if it's real, if it′s weave
'Cause it's your hair, tell ′em get they own thing
You been out here on ya job, nine to five, no sleep
All my shorties in the world, independent, what′s the word?
I been out here, needing good company, meet me down stairs
Tryna see where this leads, you been out here on ya job, come and work it on me

Where we start the day
Sunny side of LA like a breakfast plate
Wasn't tryna save ya, but I′m looking like a cape
You was looking crepe, sweeter than a date

Mango when it's ripe, or a lemon pound cake
Just some food for thought, eat it if you may
I don′t wanna rush, but we gotta celebrate, life is short
Also can't make up assumptions, baby, tell me if you′re sure


All the women in the world that are being bad girls
Baby, don't care if it's real, if it′s weave
′Cause it's your hair, tell ′em get they own thing
You been out here on ya job, nine to five, no sleep
All my shorties in the world, independent, what's the word?
I been out here, needing good company, meet me down stairs
Tryna see where this leads, you been out here on ya job, come and work it on me

Meet me at division
Nothing′s true in sight
I can feel ignitions move me through the night
I don't need permission
For closing all the fault lines
The fault′s all

Working, working, working
Be my neurosurgeon, pick my brain, and peep the person
Purple puffing you just purchased
Far from perfect, we just people past the surface
Pass the puff, your lips, you purse 'em, need a hit
Treat it like a cheap flight, let ya spirit lift

I've been running ′round the city, looking for the same feel
Might′ve called 'em love, but the feeling ain′t real
So tell me, what's your fantasy?
Even if they Ludacris, make them plans with me
Know your office ain′t where you always plan to be
So, you could be my boss when we get in the sheets


I mean, you could clock in when you working on me
I mean, you could clock out when you ready to leave
I might pay ya overtime, just for keeping it G
When you let that pink slip, I'll be here if you need, uh

Meet me at division
Nothing′s true in sight
I can feel ignitions move me through the night
I can't give permission
For closing all the fault lines
The fault's all mine

Meet me at division
Nothing′s true in sight
I can feel ignitions move me through the night
I can′t give permission
For closing all the fault lines
The fault's all mine

Closing all the fault lines
The fault′s all mine
Closing all the fault lines
The fault's all

Ain′t nobody but you, nobody but you
You're the only one I′m looking for
Ain't nobody but you, nobody but you
You're the only one I′m looking for

Ain′t nobody but you, nobody but you
You're the only one I′m looking for (the only one)
You're the only one I′m looking for, you