In2ition - Sex + Music = Life lyrics

[Produced by: The Etherealist & In2ition] [Intro Hook] Hope you listen to my music like 'yeah' Girls come up to me in the parking lot like 'hey man' Ain't that your tracks playing on the radio? Ain't that your tracks playing? [Verse 1] Listening to rap music in the dark because it makes it better Only turn out the lights to write these lyrics but never mind the matter At hand: ain't that, it's whether my music makes you feel under the weather I hope it gives you migraines, severs All your tendons, snaps you leather trousers The skin you show will make you better. No-one can make your Brain cleverer, but at least your flies are tighter Your s-s** hugs are as warm as a sweater Baby, you make me a jet-setter. Come and find you and make you feel wetter Rub your cli*oris until it becomes split-personalitier Deforming it like these words to make my rapping way nicer Have more flow, get girls going down real low. Make you feel like Getting on your knees and kissing my toes and while you're down there, do it all Yeah, rub my dick. s** it, b**h Make you feel like you're loving it. It's a kind guy, but it's kinda uptight So be careful not to piss it off, right? Or it might just wake up in the middle of the night, have a b**h fight Piss on you. Sweet-a** dick, wanna sit on it You need a sticker for your behind: 'how's my driving?' Baby, you like mine? Of course you do I know that you do. Cum when you feel my hands on your bum When you feel the touch of my dick All thick and quick is the way that we roll. Mobbing around like 'yo' Let's not waste a minute of this, ho Let her go on top and do her sh**, so Then I turn around and f** her surround-sound, making sure I get all angles. Making sure I treat you like an angel Like the sweet thing your dad thinks you are Drops you at mine in his car and then he stares at ya You tell him you'll be home tomorrow He says he's worried about you. You say it's fine It's only mine you're staying at for the night I'll take good care of you; only touch you where I'm supposed to Not let you have any Diet Coke after nine You tell him it's fine and he don't believe you Then I walk out just in time in my dressing gown I'm yawning and complaining about the way that I'm Too tired to compromise my night And that me and you are just gonna watch a film And go to bed. I stroke your head. I say to him 'Have a good night, sir. Drive safe and sh**' and he smiles Rea**ured by my acting sk**s, he turns to you 'Don't keep him up too late: you don't seem in a good state' 'Oh, I won't, daddy. Thank-you for the lift I appreciate it.' And as his car turns the corner My hug shows you my horn. Ah, yeah My dressing gown comes down and you see my stick of sweetcorn Ah, we go inside holding each other tight As I grab you, have you, attack you Make you feel like I'm f**ing you for the first time, losing my mind Breath so heavily, feel like I'm gonna die Reach climax, cum in it; produce so much s**m Feel like I'm starting an enterprise up in your vagina Baby, why do we have to ever stop? We're at the top of a s** table: all couples are dead below us Not close enough to even blow us But sweetie, no-one knows us. Knows we like we know we Darling, please let me f** you again Send you up that ladder of love so your screams are Heard from above. You must be dove, so beautiful But so f**ed up. We both are and that's what makes us stars Never ever to part. Just remember, I love ya [Outro Hook] Yeah, I'm famous So, so-so, so-so-so hot in the news right now