Elena, Part One

4 AM I just busted her doonies down Her name was Elena She was a latina I got it on camera I twist her and turn her and no I ain't talkin' about Tina But she sung like a singer yeah, she was a screamer But this part I won't linger You're probably wondering Well, where did you meet her Uh a Cantina They was closing I sat in my Beamer Couple feet cross the street there I seen her She was cool and she liked my demeanor 3AM we was back at her crib You know what I did that was not a fib She got up she told me to wait I'm thinking Ok, how long could she take I fell asleep that was a mistake It was not in Gods plan no no I'm not Drake I woke up she still wasn't back I'm thinking like hmm, how sketchy is that On my feet time to exit this room Laced up my shoes to the door I zoom Turned the knob and then looked into doom My heart sunk underground like a tomb I counted one two three four five six seven souls They wasn't sisters They were her bros They're sleep on the couch by the front door Plus a dog built like a horse on the floor And ain't no more exits No back door Who made this setup I think I've been set up Do you think I'm set up