Zach Zoya Birthday Sex
[Part 1]
[Chorus]
Yeah
Feel like birthday sex every time around
I can't make it make sense, it just doesn't, huh
Doin' calisthenics in the bedroom
Doin' calisthen— uh, uh, uh
Feel like birthday sex every time around
I can't make it make sense, it just doesn't, huh
Doin' calisthenics in the bedroom
Huh, doin' cali—
[Post-Chorus]
Look, uh
You live barely a mile away
I could come and scoop you up, it ain't a problem, babe
But I just got done rollin' up, come get inspired with me
I just had to leave the club, thеy playin' your song, your song
You live barely a mile away
I could comе and scoop you up, it ain't a problem, babe
But I just got done rollin' up, come get inspired with me
I just had to leave the club, they playin' your song, your song
[Verse 1]
Homebody outfit
You look even hotter with your glasses on
Strobe light, flashes
Every time we f..ck, it's a classic, oh
Wavy, lifted
Corkscrew, shit's gettin' twisted
Mouthpiece, uh, big dick
Fast forward, no end in sight
Copped a brand new passport, where should we hide?
Skinny dippin' in the bay of your emotions
Just some shit we gotta settle, it's non-negotiable
Exit through the backdoor, backdoor, clout made me shy
Make a dash for it, dash for it, stay out of sight
I been sober for a minute, I need potion
Calibrate my spirit with a Henny and a—
[Chorus]
Yeah
Feel like birthday sex every time around
I can't make it make sense, it just doesn't, huh
Doin' calisthenics in the bedroom
Doin' calisthen— uh, uh, uh
Feel like birthday sex every time around
I can't make it make sense, it just doesn't, huh
Doin' calisthenics in the bedroom
Huh, doin' cali—
[Beat Switch]
[Part 2]
[Verse 2]
I doubted you too quick, you f..ck like no other
Can't get enough of you
Oh, you tatted my initials on your shoulders
Even if I wanted to, girl
I wish you saw my point of view, girl
I wish I had like ten of you, girl
Yeah, missionary hit different
Put your supermodel legs to the ceilin'
Squeeze it out the box, made a killin'
Dimmin' down the lights so you feel me
I'ma get the best of you
I'ma get the best of you
I doubted you too quick, you f..ck like no other
Can't get enough of you
Oh, you tatted my initials on your shoulders
Can't make that shit up
Even if I wanted to, girl
I wish you saw my point of view, girl
I wish I had like ten of you, girl
Yeah, missionary hit different
Put your supermodel legs to the ceilin'
Squeeze it out the box, made a killin'
I'ma get the best of you
I'ma get the best of you