Thrill - Tia London

He was only in it for the thrill of it

Her pussy tight and he loved her for the feel of it

Remember we were young and innocent?

Remember we were too young to give a shit?

Look at us now, we out here killing shit

Write all on my own check the penmanship

Catch a couple bodies don’t leave no witnesses

I just hope my haters live long enough to witness it

Haters live long enough to witness it

They just want to know how the story end

They just want to see all of the glory end

Back from the future doors up on the DeLorean

Bring the in

I was only in it for the thrill of it

Now I need something more

Now I need something more

I was only in it for the thrill of it

The feel of it

Now I need something more

Now I need something more

I was only in it for the thrill of it

Feel of it

Now I need something more

Now I need something more

I was only in it for the thrill of it

Now I need something more

Now I need something more

I need more than one night

I need more than one high yeah

Cuz one just ain’t enough I need more than lust

Want something that will last a lifetime yeah

When that feeling wear off who can I run to?

Who can I turn too?

Ahhh

When that feeling wear off who can I run to?

who can I turn to?

Ahhh

I was only in it for the thrill of it

Now I need something more

Now I need something more

I was only in it for the thrill of it

The feel of it

Now I need something more

Now I need something more

I was only in it for the thrill of it

Now I need something more

Now I need something more

I was only in it for the thrill of it

The feel of it

Now I need something more

Now I need something more

She out late at night looking for her next thrill

He out late at night looking for his next feel

Just popped the last one looking for the next pill

That temporary high that you feel ain’t real

That feeling wear off who you gone run to?

Suicide or homicide who you pointing the gun to?

Cuz chasing that thrill got you killing yourself

Can’t be real with no one then be real with yourself

Had to admit it myself

But that feeling is fleeting

Finding someone who complete me

Is exactly what I needed

Do anybody care about passion anymore?

Anybody care about it even lasting anymore?

Are any of you niggas even rapping anymore?

Ain’t no sense of me ever asking anymore

Everybody is just looking for the next thrill