Give Me Head In the Backseat

Yeah I'm a sick fuck
Come and taste me
You think you like a freak
Bitch I'm crazy
Well gimme all you got
Like an athlete
Why don't you give me head?
In the backseat!

I only turn sweet when you taste me
You should eat my ass like a pastry
I'm running through your mind like a track meet
So come and give me head in the backseat

Grab me
Smack me
Choke me up
Bruise me
Break me
If you like me a lot

Tease me at brunch when we're with your mom
Underneath the table while you act nonchalant
We're having conversation about politics
But all I can think about is you rubbing my

We get to the car
Put on the breaks
Put on the breaks
Baby put on the breaks

We get to the car
And I can't wait
I cant wait
No I won't wait

Yeah I'm a sick fuck
Come and taste me
You think you like a freak
Bitch I'm crazy
Well gimme all you got
Like an athlete
Why don't you give me head?
In the backseat!

I only turn sweet when you taste me
You should eat my ass like a pastry
I'm running through your mind like a track meet
So come and give me head in the backseat

You've only known me for less than a week
But you already told me that you love me
Well if you love me badly then show it off
Show me how much while we fuck

Yeah I'm a sick fuck
Come and taste me
You think you like a freak
Bitch I'm crazy
Well gimme all you got
Like an athlete
Why don't you give me head?
In the backseat!

I only turn sweet when you taste me
You should eat my ass like a pastry
I'm running through your mind like a track meet
So come and give me head in the backseat

Come and give me head in the backseat
Come and give me head in the backseat
Come and give me head in the backseat
Yeah come and give me head in the backseat!

So like, can we get married now?



Credits
Writer(s): Soma Bhatia
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