It's eleven and I'm on the stage with seven
Of my homies, molly got my rollin, feelin like it's heaven
I walk up to the bar, lookin like a star
Tryna get a PBR, ‘cause that sh**'s my favorite beverage
I see you next to a stressed dude, dressed rude
You musta sneezed next to Jesus, ‘cause that body say he blessed you
You eyin me like a n***a made of money
And your eyes ain't lyin, these are Louboutins, honey
I pause, thinkin, “Lost cause,” your girls is lookin funny
But then I turn around and see them all walkin up to me
They said, “Damn, she lost her tongue tryna talk to you”
Well, sh**, if that's the case, I got a tongue that I can offer you
And since your friends are helping, they won't be an obstacle
So long as you ain't tryna cuff me up like the constable
You can come up to the crib and let me get a shot at you
I'll have you seeing colors like lysergic acid particles
Damn; you got a n***a reelin
So I gotta use protection or I might catch feelings
So we up in the crib, three o'clock, and we chillin
Lookin like the gulf from the way the liquor spillin
And the sh** that I be drinkin got me feelin like a villain
And I'm lookin at your clothes to see what you concealing
Two white Russians got me bombed like I'm Boston
And you hittin the bowls like Eric Koston
We take it up to my room, feelin awesome
I want your body, but your eyes I be lost in
I ask if it's too soon
You say get a Blue's Clue, you ain't got sh** to prove
You kissin my neck got me leanin like screw juice
And I got your love craft wetter than Cthulu
You watch me like Hulu, I take off my Gucci
Lay your a** down, put my tongue on that coochie
You can't help from moving, you sweeter than Swiss Miss
And you know when I hit that it's not hit or miss
You bend over the bed and put my dick inside you
I'm rubbing your clit and you know how to grind, ooh
You got my name up on the ceiling
Gotta use protection or I might catch feelings
We head to the diner for breakfast
We doin this again? You say, “Quit talkin reckless
I ain't tryna have you hangin round like a necklace
I don't even care how f**in good the s** is”
I say, “When I'm gone, you gon miss me
I ain't your cup of tea, but I am your shot of whiskey”
You laugh and ask for the check
Outside your crib, one last kiss on the neck
You go inside, I get in my ride, go across the city
It hits me real quickly that I'm getting dizzy
And even though I thought that sh** was no biggie
I really do want you to keep f**ing with me
I can't say I love you like Bobby and Whitney
But I also can't say that I thought you would dis me
Don't know what this sh** be, don't know why I'm reelin
But suddenly, seems like I just caught feelings