Текст песни Trespassing - Cellus Hamilton

It was like twelve noon
Both of us home
You was just working from home
I was just working on songs
We had just finished devotions
And then

You started stroking me
Then
I was like
I guess it's time to put music on hold

So I start kissing on you

Slowly start taking off clothes

We started making a mess

I started making you moan

We using tables and chairs

But we ain't using them right

I got yo legs in the air

I was just doing you right

You started saying you heard something

I heard nothing

Ain't paying attention

Plus all I hear is this love thumping

I'm deaf when I'm in it

So back to the business

Jehovas my witness

You told me be quiet

I finally listened

Then Suddenly suddenly

The lock started unlocking in front of me

We too shocked to say a word

Turned our pad to a horror scene

The real estate agent and her guest
Came walking in

Saw us laying there

Awkwardly said guess someone is here

We get so
Caught up in the moment
So
We get extra freaky
So

We aint got time for no people
Tryna knock on that door

We get so
Caught up in the moment
Though
We get extra freak
Though

We aint got no time for nobody tryna knock on that door

I've always had a dream
About us sexin at my job

Cause I never wanna leave
But a husband gotta work

But since I work nights
And I gotta key card

I can get us both in

I'ma give you that work

I hope the coast is clear
Cause we might not be alone

Sometimes people work late
And somebody might see us

Cause if we get caught

Then I'll prolly lose my job but

Since I'ma be a rapper

And we married
Then tonight we both trespassing

No trespassing

Violators will be shot

Survivors will be shot again

We get so
Caught up in the moment
So
We get extra freaky
So

We aint got time for no people
Tryna knock on that door

We get so
Caught up in the moment
Though
We get extra freak
Though

We aint got no time for nobody tryna knock on that door

Sex is such a gift
You the total package

I war against the devil and his schemes

I'ma little ratchet

He took something pure and he twisted it

What he mixing it with

Is intricate humanistic theology

Pimpin again

Hear what I'm spitting my friend

Sex supposed to worship God

Instead we be worshippin sin

Focused on our flesh
And pleasing self stead of dying to it

Teenagers diving right in

Single folks diving right in

You ain't got no license to swim