"SOS" lyrics

"SOS"

[Tamera:]
Then it's SOS, that sex on Sunday
Poppin', uh, locked in, uh, stoppin', nah
SOS, that sex on Sunday
Poppin', uh, locked in, uh, are we stoppin'? Nah
Then it's SOS, that sex on Sunday

[Aitch:]
Get home and hop out the sliding door
Like, baby, you ain't gotta cry no more
You ain't gotta hide no more
Lay down, you ain't gotta ride no more (Yeah)
I know I ain't got time, but trust me, I been tryna find some more (Trust)
The truth hurts so much, I been thinking, should I just lie some more?

But I can't do that to ya
I just wanna vibe and chat to ya (Yeah)
Shows all over the world and somehow I still find my way back to ya
All your exes trash to ya
Didn't know how to handle ya
Girl, you got a diamond glow
It's all gonna work with timing, so

Here's some cash for your purse sake
Mondays, you know I work late
Tuesday, I'm going sleep early 'cause Wednesday, I'm on the first plane
Thursday usually her day, Friday comes and I'm on tour (Yeah)
Saturday, I do family time

[Tamera:]
Then it's SOS, that sex on Sunday
Poppin', uh, locked in, uh, stoppin', nah
SOS, that sex on Sunday
Poppin', uh, locked in, uh, are we stoppin'? Nah
If you break this DND, I'm choosin' violence
Ain't left this king bed since yesterday
You been gone since Monday, Sunday, slide in
Legs weak on weekends I'm MIA
SOS, that sex on Sunday

[Aitch:]
Bae, I'm sorry, but I might stare
Spread 'em out and put it right there
Call me "daddy" one more time
In nine months, we'll be shopping for a high chair
Give you that legs back, tryna make a baby stroke
Or go down south 'til my face is soaked
Best you ever had when you take this dick
Guess your ex-man shoulda been taking notes

Got a coochie like crack, I'm addicted to yours
Half-naked 'fore we even get in the door
Make the bed so wet we gotta sit on the floor
I know you like it how I done did it before

Kiss you in the morning, eat your pussy by the day
Then I'm fucking you to sleep, baby, I ain't tryna play
Got you gripping on the sheets while I'm gripping on your waist
Now I'm struggling to breathe when you're sitting on my

Sitting on my face

Double back, tryna get another taste
Give you champagne dick, I'm sipping Ace
Make sure you always cum first like it's a race

Breaking a sweat
That pussy too great to forget
And when I'm done giving you shots
I'ma take a tequila shot straight to the—


Writer(s): Mustafa Armando Ibrahim Omer, James Terence Murray, Harrison James Armstrong, Jacob Daniel Jones, Taras Slusarenko, Tamera Janet Cuthbert, Max Wesley Moise
album: "4" (2025)
Aitch - 4 album cover
4 THE SOUL
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
PICK UP THE P4CE
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
MY SLIME
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
GR4VEY4RD SHIFT
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
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