Sevyn Streeter, Chris Brown, A$AP Ferg - Guilty

I know we in love But not with each other, no, and we don't mind 'Cause you're still mine (ooh, babe) If we keep it up (up) Then maybe these two wrongs might make it right Don't tell nobody

We ain't lookin' to hurt 'em (hurt 'em) So good, that we're doin' 'em dirty (dirty) I won't say, "No" I can't say, "No", oh-oh His calls, I've been ignorin' (ignorin') We up all night until the mornin' I can't say, "No", oh-woah

You gon' get me Caught up, love drunk, fucked up Over you But we don't feel guilty The more that we keep sneakin', creepin', leavin' Hotel rooms Might just leave 'em alone Yeah, yeah, yeah

With my girl and my phone face down Hope you don't call when she's around I know that you fiendin' now All we know is touch and go And now she lookin' at me different I be leavin' and tellin' her that it's business We mix bad with good intentions All we know is no control

We ain't lookin' to hurt 'em So good, that we're doin' 'em dirty I won't say, "No" I can't say, "No," ooh-woah Her calls, I've been ignorin' (oh) We up all night until the mornin' (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) I can't say, "No", ooh-woah

You gon' get me Caught up (caught up), love drunk (oh-woah), fucked up Over you But we don't feel guilty The more that we keep sneakin' (oh-woah) creepin', leavin' Leavin' hotel rooms (yeah) Might just (might just), leave 'em alone (what? Yeah, woo, ooh) You gon' get me (uh)

Can't leave you alone Fiendin' and seekin' your moans (yeah) We be in the zone, he leavin', I creep in your home (right) I'll get you jiggy up, I'll get you Alyx and that chrome (yeah) That nigga finna go crazy, just answer your phone (right)

And yeah, I seen you with your man on Rodeo Drive (yeah) SMH, thinking 'bout how I was in those thighs (thighs) Know you wish you was with me, you see me in the ride (yeah) You also see my bitch, she sittin' in passenger side (yeah)

Let's just speak the real I'm puttin' all passion aside (woo, come on) You know we started off as friends, we just happened to vibe (yeah) Now you're my guilty pleasure, fill me with letters of lies (alright) I think I met my match 'cause you as savage as I

Oh-oh, you gon' get me Caught up, love drunk, fucked up Over you But we don't feel guilty The more that we keep sneakin' Creepin', leavin' (I might have to chose you) Hotel rooms Might just (might just) leave 'em (leave 'em) alone Leave 'em alone

Can't you see? What you do to me, baby? Can't you see? What you do to me, baby?