Trespassing
It was like twelve noon
Both of us home
You was just working from home
I was just working on songs
We had just finished devotions
And then
You started stroking me
Then
I was like
I guess it's time to put music on hold
So I start kissing on you
Slowly start taking off clothes
We started making a mess
I started making you moan
We using tables and chairs
But we ain't using them right
I got yo legs in the air
I was just doing you right
You started saying you heard something
I heard nothing
Ain't paying attention
Plus all I hear is this love thumping
I'm deaf when I'm in it
So back to the business
Jehovas my witness
You told me be quiet
I finally listened
Then Suddenly suddenly
The lock started unlocking in front of me
We too shocked to say a word
Turned our pad to a horror scene
The real estate agent and her guest
Came walking in
Saw us laying there
Awkwardly said guess someone is here
We get so
Caught up in the moment
So
We get extra freaky
So
We aint got time for no people
Tryna knock on that door
We get so
Caught up in the moment
Though
We get extra freak
Though
We aint got no time for nobody tryna knock on that door
I've always had a dream
About us sexin at my job
Cause I never wanna leave
But a husband gotta work
But since I work nights
And I gotta key card
I can get us both in
I'ma give you that work
I hope the coast is clear
Cause we might not be alone
Sometimes people work late
And somebody might see us
Cause if we get caught
Then I'll prolly lose my job but
Since I'ma be a rapper
And we married
Then tonight we both trespassing
No trespassing
Violators will be shot
Survivors will be shot again
We get so
Caught up in the moment
So
We get extra freaky
So
We aint got time for no people
Tryna knock on that door
We get so
Caught up in the moment
Though
We get extra freak
Though
We aint got no time for nobody tryna knock on that door
Sex is such a gift
You the total package
I war against the devil and his schemes
I'ma little ratchet
He took something pure and he twisted it
What he mixing it with
Is intricate humanistic theology
Pimpin again
Hear what I'm spitting my friend
Sex supposed to worship God
Instead we be worshippin sin
Focused on our flesh
And pleasing self stead of dying to it
Teenagers diving right in
Single folks diving right in
You ain't got no license to swim
Both of us home
You was just working from home
I was just working on songs
We had just finished devotions
And then
You started stroking me
Then
I was like
I guess it's time to put music on hold
So I start kissing on you
Slowly start taking off clothes
We started making a mess
I started making you moan
We using tables and chairs
But we ain't using them right
I got yo legs in the air
I was just doing you right
You started saying you heard something
I heard nothing
Ain't paying attention
Plus all I hear is this love thumping
I'm deaf when I'm in it
So back to the business
Jehovas my witness
You told me be quiet
I finally listened
Then Suddenly suddenly
The lock started unlocking in front of me
We too shocked to say a word
Turned our pad to a horror scene
The real estate agent and her guest
Came walking in
Saw us laying there
Awkwardly said guess someone is here
We get so
Caught up in the moment
So
We get extra freaky
So
We aint got time for no people
Tryna knock on that door
We get so
Caught up in the moment
Though
We get extra freak
Though
We aint got no time for nobody tryna knock on that door
I've always had a dream
About us sexin at my job
Cause I never wanna leave
But a husband gotta work
But since I work nights
And I gotta key card
I can get us both in
I'ma give you that work
I hope the coast is clear
Cause we might not be alone
Sometimes people work late
And somebody might see us
Cause if we get caught
Then I'll prolly lose my job but
Since I'ma be a rapper
And we married
Then tonight we both trespassing
No trespassing
Violators will be shot
Survivors will be shot again
We get so
Caught up in the moment
So
We get extra freaky
So
We aint got time for no people
Tryna knock on that door
We get so
Caught up in the moment
Though
We get extra freak
Though
We aint got no time for nobody tryna knock on that door
Sex is such a gift
You the total package
I war against the devil and his schemes
I'ma little ratchet
He took something pure and he twisted it
What he mixing it with
Is intricate humanistic theology
Pimpin again
Hear what I'm spitting my friend
Sex supposed to worship God
Instead we be worshippin sin
Focused on our flesh
And pleasing self stead of dying to it
Teenagers diving right in
Single folks diving right in
You ain't got no license to swim
Credits
Writer(s): Marcellius Hamilton
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