🎬 INTRO
« I never came for books.
I came for the legs crossed on chairs,
for the skirts too short for silence,
for the stories no one dares to tell… but I do. »
🎤 VERSE 1
Same hour, every day —
Front steps of that campus hallway.
I ain’t enrolled, but I’m watchin’
That pretty one float in slow motion.
Mini dress, sharp stare,
Lip gloss drippin’ from the air.
I ain’t here to learn equations —
I’m here for tight skin temptations.
Through the glass, up the stairs,
Flesh and books, love and glares.
Reading her from the hip to the curve,
Losing my mind — but keeping my nerve.
🔥 PRE-CHORUS
Call it wrong, call it young,
But don’t tell me it ain’t strong.
I breathe her walk like perfume heat,
She got me thinkin’ through my seat…
💣 CHORUS
Lust in the stacks, and I’m losin’ control,
She’s sittin’ in silence, but I’m hearin’ her moan.
Words in her mouth, but none on the page,
I’m burnin’ inside like a beast in a cage.
Lust in the stacks, fantasies attack,
If thoughts could talk, I’d never come back.
She crosses her legs, and damn, I react—
That’s not study, girl… that’s a trap.
🎤 VERSE 2
Three queens around the table,
Talkin’ knowledge, lookin’ fatal.
But my eyes ain’t on their notes,
They’re on the lace under their coats.
I’m hard before I can even blink,
Sweat crawlin’ up my collar, sink.
One girl caught my stare —
Did she see the pressure there?
Each one’s a vision,
Each glance a sin.
If this is class,
Then let the lesson begin.
🔥 PRE-CHORUS 2
I wasn’t made for libraries,
Too much heat, not enough air.
So many bodies made for dancing,
And I’m just stuck… pretending to care.
💥 CHORUS
Lust in the stacks, books all around,
But it’s thighs, not texts, that’s keepin’ me down.
She leans, she laughs — I damn near bust,
That ain’t paper, girl… that’s pure lust.
Lust in the stacks, with three in my head,
I dreamt of the couch, and the things I said.
One’s a rebel, one’s divine,
And the third? She read my mind.
🌪️ BRIDGE (slow, moody, seductive)
What if I brought my girl one day?
Would she feel the heat, would she stay?
Maybe we’d watch, maybe we’d share…
This place ain’t holy, baby — beware.
This ain’t love, but it’s something loud,
Something heavy, raw and proud…
A fantasy with no remorse,
Driven by scent, by look, by force.
🕯️ OUTRO (Whispered, fading)
“Next time I’ll stay home…
But then again…
The legs, the skirts,
The silence… pulls me back in.”