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Freaky thoughts in my head, pre-gaming hard
Stuffing condoms in my wallet as I walk to the car
I'm driving pretty far and it's for an old fling
Trying to get the finer things, this pursuit has me hard
Taking deep breaths, whiskey in my chest
Joint in my hand as I think about her breast
I'm more than half way to the hotel, no time to quit
Knowing her nigga would trip if he knew this wasn't a business trip
On the elevator, next to a maid
She says "enjoy your stay", I told her I'm just here to play
I'm toe to toe with regrets and old feelings
I keep wanting to leave but she keeps reeling

Talking turns to flirting
Flirting turns all your talk into walking
I can't resist you, I wanna leave
But the tension, puts my departure on suspension
Then the pause, then the look
Then the kissing, then the guilt comes
Because I know somebody's at home
And they would die if your true colors had shown
She said "please, take off my clothes
And eat me before I get cold"
So I went down

I headed for the door, I told her I had to leave
But she kept pressing and repeating please
Giving me reasons, My view is all I could see
But we could make a POV, I remember her being a tease
Fuck, I'm going brain dead
As blood exchanges between both heads
She pulled my hand down, she's wetter than she lead
She pulled on my arm, leading me to the bed
And then she whispered "harder" as I pulled her hair
Bit lips, pinned wrists, and a flaming stare
Grabbing and grinding, softening her thighs
And her eyes rolled into an inner glare

Talking turns to flirting
Flirting turns all your talk into walking
I can't resist you, I wanna leave
But the tension, puts my departure on suspension
Then the pause, then the look
Then the kissing, then the guilt comes
Because I know somebody's at home
And they would die if your true colors had shown
She said "please, take off my clothes
And eat me before I get cold"
So I went down

Five, four, three, two…Failure to launch. It felt too good.
Five, four, three, two… Her sounds. Her mouth parted and her lips swollen.

Three, two, one - I left.

I went down.