text: The morning after...
  What time is it? 7:48!
  Where, where are my, where are my
  Where, where are my panties?
  Oh my God, where are my panties?
  Damn, where? I dont–
  He gon think Im a ho
  Fuck that, I liked it
  I was drunk and it was my birthday anyway
  Maybe I should just lay here and let him touch my booty
  Mmm, but he dont even know my name
  I know she think I just think she some kind of ho
  I dont give a shit about givin it up on the first night
  Thats just lettin me know
  She know what she want outta life
  What a hell of a way to goddamn wake up
  Ooh, that shit was good
  Oh, maybe shed get me some breakfast?
  And, she so goddamn sweet, sweet as she wanna be
  Ooh, I just lay, ooh, I wanna lay in her hair
  You cant fall for it, dont fall for it, Ice Cold 
  Maybe I just roll over and just lay on her booty, yeah
  Naw, no, no
  Nah, just lay here and be cool, be cool, Ice Cold 
  But what if shes the–
  What if she, what if she, what if shes the one?