Blow durch Ed Sheeran, Chris Stapleton & Bruno Mars - Lyrics und Clip

[Ed Sheeran:]
Feelin' like a bullet
Jumping outta gun
I'm feelin' like a winner
I feel like the one
You're doin' somethin' to me
You're doin' somethin' strange
Well, jump back, talk to me woman
You make me wanna make a baby, baby

[Chris Stapleton:]
Supernatural woman
Supernatural freak
Don't know what you're doing
Got me feelin' weak
Oh, I wanna call you "fever", baby
You can set a fire on me
Hot damn, pop it like a pistol, mama
You got me down on my knees, begging, please

I'm comin', baby
I'm gunnin' for you, yeah
Locked, loaded, shoot my shot tonight
I'm comin', baby
I'm gunnin' for you, yeah
Pull my trigger, let me blow your mind

[Bruno Mars:]
You red-leather rocket
You little foxy queen
Everybody's watchin'
Pretty little thing

Baby, tell me, what's your fantasy?
Come closer, let's talk about it
You want white lines in a limousine
Whipped cream and everything in-between, yeah

I'm comin', baby
I'm gunnin' for you, yeah
Locked, loaded, shoot my shot tonight
I'm comin', baby
I'm gunnin' for you
Pull my trigger, let me blow your mind
I'm comin', baby

[Ed Sheeran:]
I'm comin', baby
I'm gunnin' for you, yeah
Locked, loaded, shoot my shot tonight
I'm comin', baby
I'm gunnin' for you
Pull my trigger, let me blow your mind
Ow!