Condom stops in the am, I text you to ask my way in
Sneaking in through the back, through the crack you told me it's vacant
You Satan, you in relations, but I came to share what you got
Nothing better than getting some shit that you know that you not
Suppose to, suppose you had a conscience, is that far fetch
Throwing the pussy, knowing I'm a dog, and shit that I'll catch
I start to kiss your neck
I know the reason that you called me, this night in the fall breeze
We ain't from that city with palm trees, actors, and pommade
Greasing the lips of the lies
Whispering in my ear do I have one, to no surprise
I whip it out, dick aroused, and we get ready for the action
Been wanting you so long and now we finally getting it cracking
Shit I'm the coach, you the captain, two to three positions maximum
Im tryna cruise control up in that pussy like a Maxima
Kinda feel like I'm lacking the mental that I should have
Cheating being indecent to what I feel my is good half, but f*ck it, no should haves
I'm in too deep like Quincy McCall
Answered ya call and now I'm sleeping 10 deep in ya draws
I must recall the other time I tried to hit it, after school you made a visit
Into my bedroom, now we here and I'm surprised you gave a nigga leg room
Hitting pussy, Rubbing thighs, near yo mother's restroom
Now my girl she home alone, half asleep calling my phone
Where you been's, and where you gone's
Gimme 10 I'll be home, I promise...