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Lyrics

[Intro - dark, atmospheric synth pads, low 808 pulse, breathy female whispers with reverb]

Yeah… come here…
Let me remind you what you miss when you stay on mute…

[Verse 1 - sensual R&B flow, soft trap hi-hats, deep bass, female vocals low and intimate]

I walk in slow, mat still warm from the stretch
Yoga pants hugging, and he still tryna flex
Laptop glowing, client yappin’ on the line
I slide under the desk like a secret he can’t decline
Fingers on his thigh, nails tracing fire
He glances down, voice cracks, but he still tryna wire
“Baby not now,” he mouths, but his eyes already fold
I lick my lips, pull the zipper, watch his story get told

[Pre-Chorus - building tension, layered harmonies, sidechained bass rising]

I know he on a call but I’m ‘bout to make him moan
Mute the mic, bite his lip, let the silence get grown
He tryna keep it corporate but his body’s on a mission
I got him leaking through the silence, this is pure submission

[Chorus - explosive soulful R&B with hard rap edge, full band drums, distorted female ad-libs]

I’m under the desk, giving head while he works
He tryna sound professional but I got him in the dirt
Sucking him slow then I speed it up vicious
He gripping the chair like “fuck, this shit is wicked”
Call still running but he’s breathing real heavy
I swallow every inch like I’m collecting confetti
When I pop up, lips glossy, eyes locked on his
He ends the call mid-sentence — “I gotta go, this is it”

[Verse 2 - edgy hip-hop delivery, aggressive 808s, pitched vocals with rock distortion]

I climb on his lap, yoga clothes peeled to the floor
Ride him like a storm while the sunlight hits the door
He flips me on the desk, papers flying, laptop still warm
Thrusting deep and filthy, both of us reborn
Sweat on my back, his hands around my throat
Talking dirty in my ear while I’m gripping his coat
“Fuck me like you mean it,” I whisper, teeth sinking in skin
We break the furniture, break the rules, break the morning in

[Bridge - stripped back, piano and bass only, vulnerable yet passionate female lead]

You’re my favorite distraction, my sweetest sin
Every time you touch me I forget where I’ve been
We fuck like we’re starving, love like we’re dying
Then laugh in the sheets while the day keeps flying

[Drop / Final Chorus - massive distorted bass, hard-hitting drums, breathy to aggressive female vocals]

I’m under the desk, giving head while he works
He tryna sound professional but I got him in the dirt
Sucking him slow then I speed it up vicious
He gripping the chair like “fuck, this shit is wicked”
Pop up, ride him hard, make the whole house shake
End the call, bend me over, fuck me ‘til we break
Afternoon delight turned into an all-day session
We both floating, both dripping, both obsessed with the connection