WHIP IT GOOD...
We talking bout' love and our past situations.
The love and the hating, and how we hate dating,
Except how we love when we got em' all hating.
Facebook notifications,
Saying that you are now in relations,
And all your side chicks and old flicks.
Slide in your inbox with fake congratulations.
That standard L.A. sh*t,
Sorry I'm busy and show up all late sh*t,
Or more likely flake sh*t,
Text them and not get a text back for a couple of days sh*t.
Ain't nobody got time for that,
Ain't nobody trying to hit you back,
That's when we order a couple more shots,
And knocked em both down going back to back.
Patron mixed with emotions,
That seems to be the popular potion,
Now you all lost in your feelings,
Alcohol got you both open.
What is love? What does it mean to you?
Have you thought about it? Do you dream it too?
Could your dreams come true? Does she dream of you?
Dreams turn into nightmares have you screaming too.
But now she screaming ooooh, And I'm moaning ahhh
"Take off your shirt",
"Take off your bra".
We going in, we going hard.
We not even in the house, we ain't leave the car.
The adjusting of the seats, the squeaking of the leather,
The banging of the horn, music we make together.
The springs and the shocks as we make the ride rock,
And she rides and she rides like the wheels might pop.
On some Titanic love making scene sh*t,
You know hot nights will make it steam quick.
This is some dream sh*t,some 18 sh*t,
Young and reckless being a teen sh*t,
We too grown up for this, or did we grow up to this?
Laughing at the memories of sex in the whip.
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