You got looping in a constant high,
So hard though I don't mind the exercise,
I'm out of breath and I don't have the time,
You hold me prisoned in my dirty mind.
Every time that you call just to tease me,
To make-sure I'm still missing you,
I fall right back into the feels that you gave me,
And honestly bae you still do.
One thing, there's this one thing that you do,
Maybe two things,
But on my dirty mind there's just that one thing,
Tricky, tricky you,
Got me junkin' for the things that you do.