Guilty歌词

作词 : A$AP Ferg/Chris Brown/Charles Stephens III/Mayila Jones/Tristian Rice/Jamall Anthony Smith/Bradley Thomas Jr/Jamal Gaines/Ellery McKinney/Life Ellington Harris/Andre Merritt/Amber Denise Streeter p/k/a Sevyn Streeter/James Brown/Fred Wesley/John Stark/Terri Robinson/Sean Puffy Combs/Joseph Howells/Herb Middleton/Randall Garth Ryan/Mark South
作曲 : Chizzy
I know we in love
But not with each other, no, and we don't mind
'Cause you're still mine (Oh, 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
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-oh
You gon' get me
Caught up, love drunk, ****ed up
Over you
But we don't feel guilty
The more that we keep sneakin', creepin', leavin'
Hotel rooms
Might just leave 'em alone
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), ****ed up
Over you
But we don't feel guilty
The more that we keep sneakin' (Ooh-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, ****ed 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?