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Ecstacy
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Ecstacy was released on August 30, 2019 by 853087 Records DK as a part of the album Trapsensez
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Release DateAugust 30, 2019
Label853087 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM85

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
andrew slay
andrew slay
Songwriter

Lyrics

I'm on extacy the secret recipe like whoa
After she had sex with me I can not breath like whoa
This was a distant fantasy now it's reality
She gave the green light, so hit the gas I had to go
Feel like doctor strange my body just went to a ghost
Bdsm I just got the text up on phone
We still at the bar now I'm just taking shots alone
Can I get a double shot vodka yes to go
To ready for tonight, bartender put me in my zone
Feel like a king should be wearin gucci on my robes
Dont play no games but I think I deserve the iron throne
Finally she came back, told my baby we had to go
But first she told me, let me go and have another smoke
I'm not ready no I feel like I'm ready
But I was talking all that shit I gotta get it
Pourin up my alcohol then took to the hole
They playin bigga poppa know I'm gangster to soul
Sweatin my depression second guessin my cologne
Hope I do not arrested almost to the goal
Swervin on the road until I pulled to her home
We get back to the crib that booty poppin
I'm like Damn
Can you turn around and show me how you do your dance
I heard about that Friday night you twerkin wit your friends
Turn off all lights and buss it open on the bed
Fightin off the alcohol that's all inside my head
Am to the PM pm to the am, fuck
Gettin kinda dizzy think I'm runnin outta luck
I'm on extacy the secret recipe like whoa
After she had sex with me I can not breath like whoa
This was a distant fantasy now it's reality
She gave the green light, so hit the gas I had to go
Young man this your conscience
Damn I know You feelin nauseous
But beat that pussy mortal combat
I know man I told her all that
Now she throwin that ass back back
I can't control all the clap back
This pussy clean like a Cadillac
Them cheeks they real fat fat
Stay focused don't worry about that
Hit her hard knock her out nap nap
Don't buss a nut we ain't bout that
Now whatchu mean we ain't bout that
This Cat tight like a drawstring
(Act like you a numb **** you ain't really got feelings)
Anybody in they right mind bus a nut unless you fucking boring
(They I guess you fit perfect right into the catagory)
Blackin out lookin outside, watchin all the stars they soring
4 am wakin up, squeezing on your butt sorry I was snoring
I'm on extacy the secret recipe like whoa
After she had sex with me I can not breath like whoa
This was a distant fantasy now it's reality
She gave the green light, so hit the gas I had to go
Written by: andrew slay
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