Elena, Part One Lyrics

4 AM I just busted her doonies down

Her name was Elena

She was a latina

I got it on camera

I twist her and turn her and no I ain't talkin' about Tina

But she sung like a singer yeah, she was a screamer

But this part I won't linger

You're probably wondering Well, where did you meet her

Uh a Cantina

They was closing I sat in my Beamer

Couple feet cross the street there I seen her

She was cool and she liked my demeanor

3AM we was back at her crib

You know what I did that was not a fib

She got up she told me to wait

I'm thinking Ok, how long could she take

I fell asleep that was a mistake

It was not in Gods plan no no I'm not Drake

I woke up she still wasn't back

I'm thinking like hmm, how sketchy is that

On my feet time to exit this room

Laced up my shoes to the door I zoom

Turned the knob and then looked into doom

My heart sunk underground like a tomb

I counted one, two, three, four, five, six, seven souls

They wasn't sisters

They were her bros

They're sleep on the couch by the front door

Plus a dog built like a horse on the floor

And ain't no more exits

No back door

Who made this setup

I think I've been set up

Do you think I'm set up