Testo Panic Room

From beautiful to problematic
Running reds to stuck in traffic
Consistency to old bad habits
Paradise to Hell on Earth
Never thought your light would burn
Never been a table you can't turn

So how'd You make me hate everything that we were?
And every girl I see, I see you first
Another touch will never feel the same
But what's worse

You made me hate Beyoncé
She was all that we played
Every single night, every day
Now I hate
'Cause I'm just tryna get space
But she be all in my way
Every single night, every day
Now I hate
You made me hate Beyoncé
Every little thing you do
It makes me wanna panic, panic
Turn me on, I'm in panic mode
Ride it till we overdrive
This shit is automatic, panic
Yeah, I wanna feel the panic, oh
And I'd rather not be all up in my head
'Cause I like what you give and I like what I get
But never stop what you do in this bed
'Cause I like what you give and I like what I get

Ooh, the breathing's heavy, sweat is on my body
Bend me, origami, take me where you want me
Deep into the blue, anything for you
I'll meet you upstairs in the panic room