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Yeah
Yeah
You got my attention, the tension is tandem
You cure my addiction, way you're pulling it out
So I come to see ya just to cum in the front seat
We aren't even naked, we ain't left the house
You fit in my right hand without even tryin'
On your hip is a handle, people call it a belt
You're my little greyhound, so take off that Eckhaus
Lotta problems, I can figure 'em out
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, I'm bad
For ya but I'm right here, let's have
Tonight face down
Wake up, okay now
Drivะต home, no radio on
No lights up ahead
I swear to my god, I see God
Way you'rะต givin' me head
So I roll down the window, cold black rushin' in
In the front seat, I'm a millionaire, ninety-three seconds
That was filthy, I love it
How we pretend we're above it
Then end up tied in a knot with the radio down
Where I forgive you for laughin' at my coffee cup tattoo
In the moment you forget that tomorrow, I'm out
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, I'm bad
For ya but I'm right here, let's have
Tonight face down
Wake up, okay now
Drive home, no radio on
No lights up ahead
I swear to my god, I see God
Way you're givin' me head
So I roll down the window, cold black rushin' in
In the front seat, I'm a millionaire, ninety-three seconds
Drive home, no radio on
No lights up ahead
I swear to my god, I see God
Way you're givin' me head
So I roll down the window, cold black rushin' in
In the front seat, I'm a millionaire, ninety-three seconds
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