Suspicious

You got your girl in the bed your making love and you’re rockin it (Nice) Same number steadily calling and she keeps on blockin it. (Why) She’s hoping you didn’t notice so she keeps on pop-pin it. God dammit, You tryin like hell to avoid an argument but it’s 2 in the morning and something feels off with it. Thinkin if they call again, then fuck it ILL GET IT! Now your mind spinnin thinkin bout the time in the beginning when you finally got her phone and you decided to dive in it.

Dawg, it didn’t even take 5 minutes

A couple of swipes to find 100 guys in it.

Thinkin I swear to god this is why I fuckin despise bitches

Then ya mind switches back to her thighs grippin your 9 inches, and she’s grinding it. You try to shake the thoughts like “it’s none of my business, because if I’m in it, then it’s mine and everything’s fine isn’t it? maybe I’m trippin?

And just when you’re about to let it all go

A text lights up her phone, asking if her man is finally gone. Your eye twitches and now you losing control.

Suspicious…

Yeah you suspicious…

Suspicious…

Whole night suspicious…

(Repeat under ad-libs: “Block that…” “Who this?”)