I want you (Yeah!) I got to have you (hehe, alright) But what will this lead to? (Am I wrong?) Will it just be me and you? (Yeah!) Tell me; you know I want you (You said that already) Tell me how you feel I will be pleased if you roll my weed Because Im sober as a cobra Im sitting on the floor, you on the sofa ma**aging my shoulders Only me and you and none of my homies coming over Cuz I already called them told them well be local until the morning Pourin up mimosa Tropicana and Don P You drunk and full of weed and on E and horny and on me I got that knockout, Ill beat it up until you fall asleep Your home-girl been in the sheets before don't act like she aint told you
In the streets he cool and calm but in the bed he's so controlling Said I'm something serious and thats what got you curious Your eyes are the windows to your inner thoughts And darling, you got your curtains drawn making your blinds up Now I know theres nothing run into your mind besides The thought of pulling your thong to the side and letting me behind you Got a hand full of that pretty hair I hope is yours Cuz Im gon be putting on it like its tug-of-war Bout to fall from the bed to the floor Tomorrow both of us will be sore thats for sure But I hope you aint too hurt to f** once more And before we knew it last night will turn into a