We have this thing, where I can't breathe, its like our love is toxic.. And we need to shield ourselves.

I'm hunting, your the one that makes me smile. I'm kinda crazy, for them badboys, so I am gonna feel like this for a while

Gangsta, my gangsta, cautious and toxic love, trying to face what we become.. I got tears he got my pain so we mixed it.. and we get

Intoxicated.. We are intoxicated..we are trying to forget it, but to damn intoxicated..

We have you.. You have me.. The tears I shed.. They bleed, my heart it pounds.. Ever so slowly, and I make me feel jealous, if he starts talking about her, and now I cry.. Trying to figure out.. Why are we toxic.  Why is our love intoxicated? Yet still want to be together..

Intoxicated..
Intoxicated..
Intoxicated..

Is something I love, with you.. Intoxicated..