Guilty Lyrics by Sevyn Streeter, Chris Brown, & A$AP Ferg
I know we in love
But not with each other, no, and we don’t mind
‘Cause you’re still mine (Oh, babe)
If we keep it up (Up)
Then maybe these two wrongs might make it right
Don’t tell nobody
We ain’t looking to hurt ’em (Hurt ’em)
So good that we doing ’em dirty
I won’t say no
I can’t say no, oh
His calls, I’ve been ignoring (Ignoring)
We up all night until the morning
I can’t say no, oh, whoa
You gon’ get me
Caught up, love drunk, fucked up over you
But we don’t feel guilty
The more that we keep sneaking, creeping, leaving
Hotel rooms
Might just leave ’em alone
Yeah, yeah, yeah
With my girl and my phone face down
Hope you don’t call when she’s around
I know that you fiending now
All we know is touch and go
And now she looking at me different
I be leaving and telling her that it’s business
We mix bad with good intentions
All we know is no control
We ain’t looking to hurt ’em
So good that we doing ’em dirty
I won’t say no
I can’t say no, whoa
Her calls, I’ve been ignoring (Oh)
We up all night until the morning (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can’t say no, ooh, whoa
You gon’ get me
Caught up (Caught up), love drunk, fucked up over you
But we don’t feel guilty
The more that we keep sneaking, creeping, leaving
Leaving hotel rooms (Yeah)
Might just (Might just), leave ’em alone (What? Yeah)
You gon’ get me (Uh)
Can’t leave you alone, fiending and seeking your moans (Yeah)
We be in the zone, he leaving, I creep in your home (Right)
I’ll get you jiggy up, I’ll get you Alyx and that chrome (Yeah)
That n**** finna go crazy, just answer your phone (Right)
And, yeah, I seen you with your man on Rodeo Drive (Yeah)
SMH, thinking ’bout how I was in those thighs (Right)
Know you wish you was with me, you see me in the ride (Yeah)
You also see my bitch, she sitting in passenger side (Yeah)
Let’s just speak the real, I’m putting all passion aside (Woo, come on)
You know we started off as friends, we just happened to vibe (Yeah)
Now you’re my guilty pleasure, fill me with letters of lies (Alright)
I think I met my match ’cause you as savage as I
Oh, you gon’ get me
Caught up, love drunk, fucked up over you
But we don’t feel guilty
The more that we keep sneaking, creeping, leaving (I might have to chose you)
Hotel rooms
Might just (Might just), leave ’em (Leave ’em), alone
Leave ’em alone
(Can’t you see?)
(What you do to me, baby)
(Can’t you see?)
(What you do to me, baby)