Verse 1: (I Am Mystique)
It goes from texting to sexing you freshen up
You grab your keys, grab Gucci bag then jetting
The location always random, moment’s candid,
Clothes rapture, natural disaster comes
Tropical storm plunge, indulge in the experience
You tweaking. . .
Out of body when I enter, you licking fingers
I do the same, no shame, the name of the game
Candles flicker. . .
Even better than I picture it to be
Buzzing for that honey
Taking all, friends with benefits system involved
Stimulus pack
She don't trip when I don't back
I don’t trip when she don’t hit back
But when I'm in it, give me a break from that Kit-Kat
Killing my back, Wrecking ball to her wall
Matter of fact, after I lace this wax
Shoot a holler at miss fancy, got a sweet tooth for her candy
Trying to catch a cavity
Soak my royal oaks, put some rocking to her boat
Not knocking where this goes
Everything possible where you trying to go
Got some time to kill we can roll, yeah we can roll
Hook: [x2]
I think we in that day and age,
Where we give it, straight without a chase…
Skip the text messages; let me get the pussy shit
Waiting for it on the low
If you didn’t… now you know,
Skip the text messages; let me get the pussy shit
Verse 2: (Pharaoh Mac)
Figuring I put enough work in and
Now it’s time for me to cash on out
Living by the law, here to make my deposit
She screaming don’t pull out/
But I’m think in my mind commitment
And I’m thinking my resentment
Like what should’ve did is
What I should’ve done,
Plus the pussy was foul
…caught an and one//
But different strokes for different folks
Damn right I miss it, but I let it go,
What else you expect from a nigga
like me coming from around my way?/
Feeling trapped locked up in a cabin
With that fever jungle…
Glad to meet her humble
Was that attitude, gentleman type right/
But the plan was to take it for a weakness
And catch them blind side,
and get to claiming victim
so they can cry about it,//
Which gives me even more than enough
Reason to pull on out, I ain’t that life
And I ain’t gonna merge it, what ever
I had was right, I probably would/
Cause the mouth piece right and
The juice box tight just how I like it though
Swinging through the mill she texting “get it”
Man I’m coming home…/
But I can’t remember which driveway
I lost your number come find me
Im slipping in my ways in this day and age
Like lifes a ….and I don’t know her name//
