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Trevor Jackson

My House

 

My House

(album: Rough Drafts, Pt. 1 - 2018)


It's 2 in the morning
And I'm turnt
Everyone is trying to go to the after party
But girl I was thinking we could
Just maybe take it
Somewhere we could be alone
Said we got to leave
The bar is 'bout to close, but
We don't got to sleep
Girl, if we take it back to

My house
You'll like it there
It's so exciting there, baby
Take this shit back to
My house
Don't get it twisted, baby
I'm not trying to get frisky, baby
No, no, no
Just come back to
My house
My house
The vibes are so much better back at
My house
My house
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah

I know that your wit'cha crew
But you should see my living room
The things that we could probably do

Come back to my
Come back to my crib
Let me show you how a
Young handsome nigga live
Come back to mi casa
I'm the king, Mufassa
No there ain't no music playing
But don't let that stop us
Can we dance for a little
I ain't danced in a minute
Wanna see you dance on a nigga
Baby take a chance on a nigga
Oh yeah
It's ok up in this club
But you know the real turn up is back at

My house
You'll like it there
It's so exciting there, baby
Take this shit back to
My house
Don't get it twisted, baby
I'm not trying to get frisky, baby
No, no, no
Just come back to
My house
My house
The vibes are so much better back at
My house
My house
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah

Look, girl
If you are the sauce, I'm the packet
I wanna unwrap it right on my mattress
Come to the residency of a Jackson
If you want some food
Girl I got food
If you wanna swim
I got a pool
You want some pills
That I don't do
But I could have some here in 2
I swear to God
You'll like the vibes better on my side
Just come inside
I got some shorts
If you want to slip out of that blouse
Take my t-shirt
Trying to get you out them heels
I know your feet hurt
That your friends saying that they wanna come
I don't mind as long as you come first
Oh, yeah

I know that you're wit'cha crew
But you should see my living room
The things that we could probably do at

My house
You'll like it there
It's so exciting there, baby
Take this shit back to
My house
Don't get it twisted, baby
I'm not trying to get frisky, baby
No, no, no
Just come back to
My house
My house
The vibes are so much better back at
My house
My house
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah

Ey, yo! Yeah, yeah pass me the guitar real quick!

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