Bass so fucking heavy make the whole floor move, Black dress, bad attitude, look in your eyes, That “fuck being innocent” look I recognize. Phone on silent, throw the whole night away, You talk that shit ’cause you know I’ll play, Lipstick smeared, whiskey all on your breath, You didn’t come over for sweet—you came for rough sex. [Pre-Hook] Fuck all the candles and romantic shit, We both know exactly what kind of night this is, Neighbors gonna hate us, let ’em fucking complain, Turn the 808 up till it rattles the frames. [Hook] Rough sex, bad decisions, no regrets, Black sheets, red lights, sweat on your neck, Talk that dirty shit, keep pushing my buttons, We ain’t doing tonight soft, sweet, or subtle. Rough sex, whole damn room a fucking mess, Heartbeats racing with the bass in our chest, Tomorrow we can swear we ain’t doing it again— But tonight? Fuck that—rough sex. [Verse 2] You got a filthy little mouth and I fucking love it, Every time you talk shit, you know how to push it, Perfume, smoke, liquor sitting on ice, Everything about you screaming bad advice. We got chemistry hotter than a match to gas, Every boundary spoken, every answer asked, No guessing games—we know where the lines are set, Then we lose ourselves inside another night we’ll never forget. [Hook] Rough sex, bad decisions, no regrets, Black sheets, red lights, sweat on your neck, Talk that dirty shit, keep pushing my buttons, We ain’t doing tonight soft, sweet, or subtle. Rough sex, whole damn room a fucking mess, Heartbeats racing with the bass in our chest, Tomorrow we can swear we ain’t doing it again— But tonight? Fuck that—rough sex. [BEAT CUT — HEARTBEAT — SILENCE] “You thought we were fucking done?” [BEAT 2 FUCKING DROPS] [Verse 3 — Fast Flow] New beat, new mood, now the whole shit changed, 808 kicking like it’s breaking the frame, Hair fucked up and your lipstick gone, City still sleeping while we’re carrying on. Bad little habits and a hell of a night, We know damn well this shit ain’t polite, No fairy-tale ending, no roses, no strings, Just two grown people doing grown-folk things. You bring the attitude, I bring it right back, Beat getting filthy when the hi-hats attack, We said “one night,” now we’re way past that, Every time we quit, we fucking relapse. [Bridge] Dirty thoughts, dirty mouths, Bass turned up, lights turned down, Fuck being good, we’re past that now, When that second beat drops—tear the whole fucking house down. [Final Hook] Rough sex, bad decisions, no regrets, Black sheets, red lights, sweat on your neck, Talk that dirty shit, keep pushing my buttons, We ain’t doing tonight soft, sweet, or subtle. Rough sex, whole damn room a fucking mess, 808 pounding like a heart through your chest, Tomorrow we’ll swear we ain’t doing it again— Then midnight comes and it’s ROUGH FUCKING SEX.
