Letra Late checkout Lil Durk

Late checkout

It ain't nothin' like the first day I put my lips on you
It ain't nothin' like the first date you let me kiss on you
Missionary is gettin' scary when I lick on you
Strick the first night 'cause I tried to put the dick on you
Yeah

You ain't gotta worry 'bout me off the sex pills
Only honey I need is for the tea
She told me laser hurts, she'd rather go with V
Off the liquor, it's a high chance she ski
Vegetarian, she mix my stir fry with the leaf
But she eat beef, I'm tryna order her MrBeast
Sex don't feel the same when you in love
Sex don't feel the same leavin' the club
Arguin' back and forth, you know I hate this shit
I hate you, got some friends ain't in relationships
They pretend to be your friend, but that's a basic bitch
No passport, she don't know what a vacation is
Independent, she know what dedication is
Clive Christian, you can smell from my scent I'm him
My feelings, you can tell from my soul it's real
You can tell from my soul, you can tell from my soul I'm real
I told her she work that money, we can go to Abu Dhabi
Tryna extend her late check-out, she gotta check-out at the lobby
You run in with a bird brain, you gotta turn her to a thotty
If I don't nut twice on the first night, I don't count her as a body
Sex don't feel the same when you in love

Yeah, we do whatever they see think comes
Like every time we link up with Cubans on the link, though
I can't believe I found love, I was hurt by it
My heart cold, I need a mink coat
Back in your arms, I try too hard to find a way
I might be holding you
Back in your arms, I try too hard to find a way
I might be holding you
Back in your arms

Oh, Lord, why it feel like I already know her?
Why it feel like she been 'round before I blowed up?
She don't fuck with niggas at all
So it's like every time you roll up, the only time I show love
And we don't do Pink, she go CC
I brought her home, now she bondin' with my titi
Been on the road, I booked the flight just to see me
She fuck soon as she see me, girl, wanna watch TV, nah-nah-nah-nah
And that's my baby, put on your girlfriend, they talk just like Randy
He don't need boogers in your watch, bought you baguette
If I had problems when I'm with you, I forgave you
See blessings, I don't need them other bitches, I need your sex
I go on tour, come back the same, I don't have no sex
I be hard to believe
I had too many bitches, I'd be dumb, I let you leave, uh

We do whatever they see think comes
Like every time we link up with Cubans on the link, though
I can't believe I found love, I was hard body
I can't believe I found love, I was hurt by it
Back in your arms, I try too hard to find a way
I might be holding you
Back in your arms, I try too hard to find a way
I might be holding you
Back in your arms

So, huh
Uh, uh, uh
Hmm, hmm