Birthday Sex

Feel like birthday sex every time around
I cant make it make sense it just doesn't huh
Doing calisthenics in the bedroom
Doing calisthenics
Feel like birthday sex every time around
I cant make it make sense it just doesn't huh
Doing calisthenics in the bedroom
Doing calisthenics

You live barely a mile away
I can come and scoop you up, it ain't a problem babe
I just got done rolling up, come get inspired with me
I just had to leave the club, they playing your song, your song
You live barely a mile away
I can come and scoop you up, it ain't a problem babe
I just got done rolling up, come get inspired with me
I just had to leave the club, they playing your song, your song

Homebody outfit
You look even hotter with your glasses on
Strobe light, flashes
Every time we fuck it's a classic
Wavy, lifted
Corkscrew, shit's getting twisted
Mouth piece, big dick

Fast forward, no end in sight
Copped a brand new passport where should we hide
Skinny dipping in the bay of your emotions
Just some shit we got settle, it's non-negotiable

Exit through the backdoor backdoor, clout made me shy
Make a dash for it dash for it, stay out of sight
I been sober for a minute, I need potion
Calibrate my spirit with a henny and a...

Feel like birthday sex every time around
I cant make it make sense it just doesn't huh
Doing calisthenics in the bedroom
Doing calisthenics
Feel like birthday sex every time around
I cant make it make sense it just doesn't huh
Doing calisthenics in the bedroom
Doing calisthenics

I doubted you too quick, you fuck like no other
I can't get enough of you
You tatted my initials on your shoulders
Even if I wanted to girl
I wish you saw my POV girl
I wish I had like ten of you girl
That missionary hit different
Put your super model legs to ceiling
Squeeze it out the box, made killing
Dimming down the lights so you feel me
Imma get the best of you
Imma get the best of you

I doubted you too quick, you fuck like no other
I can't get enough of you
You tatted my initials on your shoulders
Can't make this shit up
Even If I wanted to girl
I wish you saw my POV girl
I wish I had like ten of you girl
That missionary hit different
Put your super model legs to ceiling
Squeeze it out the box, made killing
Imma get the best of you
Imma get the best of you



Credits
Writer(s): Soran Dussaigne, Zacharie Morier-gxoyiya, Michael Simard, Samuel Bocan-biddle
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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