It was like twelve noon Both of us home You was just working from home I was just working on songs We had just finished devotions And then You started stroking me Then I was like I guess it's time to put music on hold So I start kissing on you Slowly start taking off clothes We started making a mess I started making you moan We using tables and chairs But we ain't using them right I got yo legs in the air I was just doing you right You started saying you heard something I heard nothing Ain't paying attention Plus all I hear is this love thumping I'm deaf when I'm in it So back to the business Jehovas my witness You told me be quiet I finally listened Then Suddenly suddenly The lock started unlocking in front of me We too shocked to say a word Turned our pad to a horror scene The real estate agent and her guest Came walking in Saw us laying there Awkwardly said guess someone is here We get so Caught up in the moment So We get extra freaky So We aint got time for no people Tryna knock on that door We get so Caught up in the moment Though We get extra freak Though We aint got no time for nobody tryna knock on that door I've always had a dream About us sexin at my job Cause I never wanna leave But a husband gotta work But since I work nights And I gotta key card I can get us both in I'ma give you that work I hope the coast is clear Cause we might not be alone Sometimes people work late And somebody might see us Cause if we get caught Then I'll prolly lose my job but Since I'ma be a rapper And we married Then tonight we both trespassing No trespassing Violators will be shot Survivors will be shot again We get so Caught up in the moment So We get extra freaky So We aint got time for no people Tryna knock on that door We get so Caught up in the moment Though We get extra freak Though We aint got no time for nobody tryna knock on that door Sex is such a gift You the total package I war against the devil and his schemes I'ma little ratchet He took something pure and he twisted it What he mixing it with Is intricate humanistic theology Pimpin again Hear what I'm spitting my friend Sex supposed to worship God Instead we be worshippin sin Focused on our flesh And pleasing self stead of dying to it Teenagers diving right in Single folks diving right in You ain't got no license to swim