Sin Pausa

When you give it to me nonstop, I feel time slow down
I never lose the beat, when I jump I know the tempo
We’re in another dimension, I don’t believe in clock hours
The laws of physics broke, sometimes yes, sometimes no

Even if you don’t touch me, I can feel you, I’m like fuck it
If I get wrapped up, babe, I’ll take the risk, come on
I’ve got so many things to do to you, I don’t even know which one to pick
You’re gonna have to come back

Under the sheets, I don’t even know if it’s night or day
Your little eyes tell me what your lips wouldn’t say, oh my God
I forget to breathe, even fatigue is in sync with us
Girl, what’s with you making those new bite-shaped tattoos on me?

And I’m shaking, sweating
Here, thinking about throwing you a baby shower
The phone on silent so no one bothers us
So good it feels like a favor, I wanna tell you: My love

If you want a repeat, let’s go
And we hit play

When you give it to me nonstop, I feel time slow down
I never lose the beat, when I jump I know the tempo
We’re in another dimension, I don’t believe in clock hours
The laws of physics broke, sometimes yes, sometimes no

Hey, my baby, hope you’re doing well
I wanted to know if you landed, how was the flight?
And that you’d let me know, please, which hotel you’re staying at
Cause I wanna go
You know I’m dying to see you, right?
I miss you, a little kiss

Hey, hey
Say my name, say my name, your neighbors already know my name
Bad bitch, I can’t complain, she likes it on top, even though she’s under
Big ass and a petite waist, ha, I’m gonna take my time
How’d you get into those jeans? Those Calvin Kleins are hugging you tight

You, with that shy face, but it’s always OKC
No matter how many times I’ve seen you naked, you take it off and it’s OMG
It only means one thing when you hit me on the hotline bling
If the little heart is pink, I already know what you’re gonna ask me

On all fours, from behind or on top, a cappella, next question
Bad girl, bandit, quickly ask for another session
Gangster cat, that ass kicks, Smith and Wesson
Damn, baby, what pressure

When you give me that naughty look, I wanna see you in missionary
She’s from London, doesn’t speak Spanish, but tells me: Oh, mommy, mommy
I let her call me Victoria, but that’s top secret
No ghosting, we kill it and reset

Reset, reset, reset, reset
Reset, reset, reset