Science Fiction

I'm feeling something a little deeper than the bass line

All i feel is gross when you feel up on my waistline

I say it's ok but ain't a single thing fine

You just want a taste but i don't wanna waste time

You've been disgraced so you're really trynna waste mine

I was color blind I couldn't see all the red signs

But stop don't mean go better get set for jail time

Oh now you wanna recline, hold me like you're mine

It's a sticky situation, all you niggas just slime

I got to yelling back but now you don't wanna fight

And i won and i won and i won

This really ain't fun, i know where you hide your gun