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Yeah, yeah You got my attention The tension is tandem You cure my addiction Way you're pulling it out So I come to see ya Just to come in the front seat We aren't even naked We ain't left the house You fit in my right hand Without even trying On your hip is a handle People call it a belt You're my little greyhound So take off the Eckhaus Lotta problems I can figure them out Yeah, yeah I'm bad for ya But I'm right here Let's have Tonight face down Wake up okay now Drive home No radio on No lights up ahead I swear to my god I see god Way you're giving me head So I roll down the window Cold black rushing in In the front seat I'm a millionaire 93 seconds That was filthy I love it How we pretend we're above it Then end up tied in a knot With the radio down Where I forgive you for laughing At my coffee cup tattoo In that moment you forget That tomorrow I'm out Yeah yeah I'm bad for ya But I'm right here Let's have tonight face down Wake up ok now Drive home No radio on No lights up ahead I swear to my god I see god Way you're giving me head So I roll down the window Cold black rushing in In the front seat I'm a millionaire 93 seconds Drive home No radio on No lights up ahead I swear to my god I see god Way you're giving me head So I roll down the window Cold black rushing in In the front seat I'm a millionaire 93 seconds