Backseat

I'll tell you my fears you tell me yours
Tell you ain’t been right here before
Don't you feel the same?
Screaming till your throat is sore
Drain the blood from all your pores
For five minutes of fame
And then she to told me
Why you got these questions all at once
I care for your well being
The only thing I really ask from you is trust
You better not judge me
Just who you think you are my love?
You better not doubt me
Five minutes exact till you get fucked
Make love in the backseat
Make love in the backseat
Make love in the backseat
Make love in the backseat
To you, to you, to you, to you
To you, to you, to you, to you
You study flick of the wrist
Ain't nobody give a shit
Everybody finding anybody
Everybody is in this abyss
They say that life is a bitch
Anything you want is a myth
You cannot trust everybody
Look anywhere, there is Judas with a kiss
J Dilla with Painkillers, on the break fillers
Making a, Wave in the Wake of Tamed Zilla
With a Vape Pen uh, its Vague and I Ain’t finna
Stay in a Same Lane i'm Way Rigor, Shape Shifter
As i Lift these Bars up like a WeightLifters
You can never Say shit to, Me In a Plain Picture
But right now I'm concentrating on Ya
Make Love in the Backseat
Make Love in the Backseat
Make Love in the Backseat
Make Love in the Backseat
To You, To You, To You, To You
To You, To You, To You, To You