Dejavu

It's six in the morning and it feels good with me
I know something about me she likes, much more than a friend
Miles of flying, at 200, we hit the road, yeah
A cloud of smoke and alcohol, if we go we don't come back, yeah, yeah

I find myself somewhere, no one else answers
A handkerchief covering my face hides me
Sweat drops fall, we start to feel the heat
What if we make love until the sun rises?

Until the sun rises, oh-oh
The sun in the window, Versace glasses
Like Babi, the movie of H
A bad girl, but not a ratchet

I record her because she never disappoints
She has something that never makes me tired
Alone she puts herself in a position for me to bend down
She likes it when I touch her like a bandit

If you want, let's eat each other even though the light is on
I feel like all of this is a déjà vu for me, uh-uh-uh
Just your mouth running, trying
We do it and you're looking at me straight on
Time running, hours flying

It's six in the morning and it feels good with me
I know something about me she likes, much more than a friend
Miles of flying, at 200, we hit the road, yeah
A cloud of smoke and alcohol, if we go we don't come back, yeah, yeah

I find myself somewhere, no one else answers
A handkerchief covering my face hides me
Sweat drops fall, we start to feel the heat
What if we make love until the sun rises?
Until the sun rises, oh-oh