Sneaking Out

We were young stallions ready to consume the midnight air

Rebellious adolescence wanting to experience a happy hour

Black Camero, sunroof back, swerving thru the streets of Triple D
 
With Beat faces, skin tight dresses, and heels higher than that sweet Mary Jane we inhaled leaving us breathless

Topic of the night is who is the baddest bitch

Niggas with tattoos on every inch of their body find interest in fair skin beauties

 Naive to our sexual appeal attraction looked upon these big booties

Phone vibrating with  twenty-seven missed calls from mom

But the impact from the speakers and this  Vodka in my system controlled my motives

The feeling of being young, wild and free was taking over

Chocolate brothers all over trying to approach me but I turn them down like Willy Wonka

Super fucked we make our way back to the whip

Blasting neo soulful beats might I take another  sip

Erykah Badu knew we were riding around the park till its after dark

And when we get home hope the dog don't bark, puff!