HEAT

Blood rushin' down to my favourite vein

Call me a zombie the way she give me brain

Pants on the floor, we ain't pickin' them up

We can't see 'em because the lights off

We could watch a movie or make one

The bed'll be your stage, say somethin

Just looking at your eyes is makin' me hard

Not in the mood, no problem you can

Listen to all the things that I'm boutta do and start

Kissin, I ain't a cop, so you can put your hands

Down, the box so wet, shit, I'm boutta drown

You weren't in the mood

The show boutta start, why your legs crossed

Move a little bit and you get tossed

I'm getting invaded by feelings in my chest

The sound of your voice really got me possesed

Fuckin' the bitch on the piano, fuck I know

Can't hear the chords with the loud moans

She think she Madonna hittin' the high notes

And I keep swimmin' after the cyclones

Yes, of course, I make them legs shake

Don't matter if you try

You can't fake

Begging for more, you don't gotta repeat

I knew you were in heat