Dennis Kercher - Untitled Lyrics

I'm going down
I was in your way
Knee's hit the ground
Make your hips sway
You knock me out
I'm begging for a taste
Don't make a sound
You get your way
You're feeling free
When my heart beats
You set me up
And take it all from me
Now you're on top
You won the race
And moved my mouth
Closer to your face

Uh, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, leggo'

I'm so sick of singing bout' love
Times when we had fun
Times I wanna' not forget
But you already forgot
F*ckin' forgot my face
My mouth, the way I taste
So I try a new style
I'm gonna' own my space
Tried to be respectful
But now Imma' gonna' talk trash (F*ck you, bitch)
Give it all back
F*ck you up
Tear down this façade
Find my own redemption
Not be an exile (Yeah)
Now I'm three CD's in
But I'm still under your spell