Elena, Part One

4 AM I just busted her doonies down
Her name was Elena
She was a latina
I got it on camera
I twist her and turn her and no I ain't talkin' about Tina
But she sung like a singer yeah, she was a screamer
But this part I won't linger
You're probably wondering Well, where did you meet her
Uh a Cantina
They was closing I sat in my Beamer
Couple feet cross the street there I seen her
She was cool and she liked my demeanor
3AM we was back at her crib
You know what I did that was not a fib
She got up she told me to wait
I'm thinking Ok, how long could she take

I fell asleep that was a mistake
It was not in Gods plan no no I'm not Drake
I woke up she still wasn't back
I'm thinking like hmm, how sketchy is that
On my feet time to exit this room
Laced up my shoes to the door I zoom
Turned the knob and then looked into doom
My heart sunk underground like a tomb
I counted one two three four five six seven souls
They wasn't sisters
They were her bros
They're sleep on the couch by the front door
Plus a dog built like a horse on the floor
And ain't no more exits
No back door
Who made this setup
I think I've been set up
Do you think I'm set up