Song Description
An uptempo tune about the can-be fun and could-be harm of infedility
| Song Length |
3:20 |
Genre |
R & B - Soul, Rap - Dirty South |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Jovial, Exultant |
Subject |
Cheating |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Rap
Chorus: Why don't you slide over here. (4x)
We talked it out on the phone. We made the plans, I picked you up. Now, we're alone and it won;t be long before he's on our trail. You can't go home and I can't go home. I guess we're stuck inside my truck, oh fuck. There's no place better than the backseat motel.
Chorus: Why don't you slide over here. (4x)
You've got my head all filled up baby; with freaky thoughts, I'm going crazy. So, I decided to come by as quickly as I could. You told me that we'd being this and some of that and I'd do all of the things your man would not do. 'Cause he'd kill me if he knew.
Chorus