You've got 6 hours until the red-eye takes you home, and everyone back home is already asleep. Whatcha gonna do?!
Lyrics
VERSE 1
Tomorrow's bags are packed
Tonight's potential untapped
6 hours till I board my plane
Gifts me 5 to lose my name
Called the kids and wife
They had it rough tonight
Did what I could from here
Trust they'll be alright, so now
CHORUS 1
I just need a little sweetness
Yeah Just a little freakness
It don't have to make good sense
It don't need to drip pretense
Just need to be set free
Get lost in one, two, three
Throw some love to the emcee
Then meet tomorrow guilt free
VERSE 2
A muted thump hits my chest
I'm a man possessed
Cover paid, I'm up the stair
Midas' touch fills the air
I found my happy place
Rocking a stank face
DJ tap me in
Give my world a spin
CHORUS 2
And drop a little sweetness
Ooh Just a little freakness
It don't have to make good sense
It don't need to drip pretense
Just set the groove and let me
Get lost in the one, two, three
Soothes my soul like the Almighty
A substance-free remedy
VERSE 3
Knee deep in sonic bliss
Forgot I could move like this
Can't care if somebody stares
This moment is mine not theirs
I feel a little
Slap-a-happy
A just aquittal
From feeling crappy
CHORUS 3
I just needed that sweetness
A little get-down freakiness
I didn't have to make no sense
I didn't need to drip pretense
I Just had to get set free
Get lost in one, two, three
Nothing but love for the emcee
I'll greet tomorrow guilt free