We're twisted so tight, caught up in the sweat and skin.
Hot in the moon light when I fire it up, fire-fire it up.
I got the green light, feignin for your finish line.
Oh oh oh oh...
So why don't we take it back to my place at last and oh oh oh
(Don't wanna Hit and Run)
No red lights, down to ride all night
Oh tell me that you're ready 'cuz I
Don't wanna Hit and Run.