XV - Passport lyrics
[XV - Passport lyrics]
We up in the hotel so it’s going down boo
And I gotta bounce to but you want a round 2
So I turn the lights back off
And we’re right back on
And I forgot I gotta fly back
Home ’cause now I’m saying
Where I’d put my passport? Where
I’d put my passport?
Where I’d put my passport? Where
I’d put my passport?
Where I’d put my passport? Where
I’d put my passport?
You climb on my cockpit
You at the front of my plane
I watch your clothes take off as
Soon as I open the lane
We in Nirvana, in the sauna
Treat me like Kurt Cobain
And I’m in love like Courtney when
You blow out my brains
Sex pistol, watch me load up and aim
I watch you cock that thing back and
I just hope that it bang
The way I bite, I bet you like
Have you growing your fangs
And now I can’t get home and
You are only to blame
My number on that hotel P card
It was Spring B-R-E-A-K
In DR where we are, I go up
She go down, I go down, she go up
See-saw, reverse cowgirl like yee haw
Gone and take my tee off
Take your tee off and I hit
It like I teed off in your thighs
I give you Chinese eyes then
I knock your chi off you know I gotta be off
‘cause my plane leave soon
And now a nigga can’t leave the room ‘cause
We up in the hotel so it’s going down boo
And I gotta bounce to where
You went around to
So I turn the lights back off
And we’re right back on
And I forgot I gotta fly back home
And I gotta bounce to but you want a round 2
So I turn the lights back off
And we’re right back on
And I forgot I gotta fly back
Home ’cause now I’m saying
Where I’d put my passport? Where
I’d put my passport?
Where I’d put my passport? Where
I’d put my passport?
Where I’d put my passport? Where
I’d put my passport?
You climb on my cockpit
You at the front of my plane
I watch your clothes take off as
Soon as I open the lane
We in Nirvana, in the sauna
Treat me like Kurt Cobain
And I’m in love like Courtney when
You blow out my brains
Sex pistol, watch me load up and aim
I watch you cock that thing back and
I just hope that it bang
The way I bite, I bet you like
Have you growing your fangs
And now I can’t get home and
You are only to blame
My number on that hotel P card
It was Spring B-R-E-A-K
In DR where we are, I go up
She go down, I go down, she go up
See-saw, reverse cowgirl like yee haw
Gone and take my tee off
Take your tee off and I hit
It like I teed off in your thighs
I give you Chinese eyes then
I knock your chi off you know I gotta be off
‘cause my plane leave soon
And now a nigga can’t leave the room ‘cause
We up in the hotel so it’s going down boo
And I gotta bounce to where
You went around to
So I turn the lights back off
And we’re right back on
And I forgot I gotta fly back home