Guilty

I know we in love

But not with each other, no, and we don't mind

'Cause you're still mine (ooh, babe)

If we keep it up (up)

Then maybe these two wrongs might make it right

Don't tell nobody

We ain't lookin' to hurt 'em (hurt 'em)

So good, that we're doin' 'em dirty (dirty)

I won't say, "No"

I can't say, "No", oh-oh

His calls, I've been ignorin' (ignorin')

We up all night until the mornin'

I can't say, "No", oh-woah

You gon' get me

Caught up, love drunk, fucked up

Over you

But we don't feel guilty

The more that we keep sneakin', creepin', leavin'

Hotel rooms

Might just leave 'em alone

Yeah, yeah, yeah

With my girl and my phone face down

Hope you don't call when she's around

I know that you fiendin' now

All we know is touch and go

And now she lookin' at me different

I be leavin' and tellin' her that it's business

We mix bad with good intentions

All we know is no control

We ain't lookin' to hurt 'em

So good, that we're doin' 'em dirty

I won't say, "No"

I can't say, "No," ooh-woah

Her calls, I've been ignorin' (oh)

We up all night until the mornin' (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)

I can't say, "No", ooh-woah

You gon' get me

Caught up (caught up), love drunk (oh-woah), fucked up

Over you

But we don't feel guilty

The more that we keep sneakin' (oh-woah) creepin', leavin'

Leavin' hotel rooms (yeah)

Might just (might just), leave 'em alone (what? Yeah, woo, ooh)

You gon' get me (uh)

Can't leave you alone

Fiendin' and seekin' your moans (yeah)

We be in the zone, he leavin', I creep in your home (right)

I'll get you jiggy up, I'll get you Alyx and that chrome (yeah)

That nigga finna go crazy, just answer your phone (right)

And yeah, I seen you with your man on Rodeo Drive (yeah)

SMH, thinking 'bout how I was in those thighs (thighs)

Know you wish you was with me, you see me in the ride (yeah)

You also see my bitch, she sittin' in passenger side (yeah)

Let's just speak the real

I'm puttin' all passion aside (woo, come on)

You know we started off as friends, we just happened to vibe (yeah)

Now you're my guilty pleasure, fill me with letters of lies (alright)

I think I met my match 'cause you as savage as I

Oh-oh, you gon' get me

Caught up, love drunk, fucked up

Over you

But we don't feel guilty

The more that we keep sneakin'

Creepin', leavin' (I might have to chose you)

Hotel rooms

Might just (might just) leave 'em (leave 'em) alone

Leave 'em alone

Can't you see?

What you do to me, baby?

Can't you see?

What you do to me, baby?