[Overtime is a prelude to a fantasy. It flows from promise to warm promise, beautifully detailing a cocktail of excitement and anticipation in separate acts through the melody-driven track. The song structure lends itself to the storytelling and captures the essence of what it means to wait with bated breath for the arrival of a lover.]
Call me when you get off
Ima love you like (huh)
Ima love you like (hoh)
Ima love you like
["Call me when you get off" is double entendre. Bae is a working woman, so I let her know my ideas for...stress relief. The chorus flashes between the 'Call me when you get off [work]' text and the demand in the bedroom later that she call out my name when she...'gets off'.]
Call me when you get off
Ima love you like (huh)
Ima love you like (hoh)
Ima love you like
*Staccato*
My lil baby comin over
Yes indeed
[Yes Indeed - Drake ft. Lil Baby, certified hood classic. I'm setting the scene, bae is on the way and I'm excited]
Ima push it right into the bush
until the seed
[The Seed 2.0 - The Roots, certified hood classic. The chorus "I push my seed in her bush for life. It's gonna work because I'm pushing it right." I'm waxing poetic about the...quality time I'll be spending with my baby. ICYMI, this is about hot sex.]
Coming from the pressure
Pleasure better
Wetter, wetter
Sweater
[Striped Sweater - Spongebob Squarepants, certified hood classic. I'm kidding, I use 'sweater' here as in my girl is sweating.]
I can’t wait to tell her
that she messin’ up the sheets
[Because she's sweating so much. I can't wait to be an asshole while she's in afterglow, talkin about "Sweat much?"]
Call me when you get off
…
Call me when you get off
I ain’t got nothing to say
Except that I’m on the way
I’m sayin
Call me when you get off
Ima love you like (huh)
Ima love you like (hoh)
Ima love you like
Call me when you get off
Ima love you like (huh)
Ima love you like (hoh)
Ima love you like
Ooh ayyy
Ooh woah
Ooh woah
Woah woah
Ooh ayyy
Ooh woah
Ooh woah
Woah woah
Baby can I kiss it
Lick it, split it
Like the image of your garden
[Here I celebrate my woman's flower. Can I kiss it? Lick it? Split it? Split sounds like spit, so the next line is a reference to the idiom 'spitting image,' meaning 'nearly identical to.' My girl's flower is as enchanting as a garden.]
If it’s guarded
Let me enter with permission
[Comfort is key. I also evoke garden of Eden imagery here. Seriously, this girl is bomb.]
Let me stimulate your senses
Census says that I’m the best
You told me marinate your breasts
Yes, let it dribble on your chest
[A sly reference to one of the HOTTEST requests I've received in the heat of the moment. My dear, I'll put whatever I got wherever you want!]
Hey ho
Nobody’s home
Freak in the sheets
Then she post up in Rome
That would make her happy
Hey ho hey
[This is a reference to a hymn "Hey, Ho, Nobody's Home." I learned it from my grandma lol sry grandma. I carry the tune here but change the words to paint a picture of my high flying, exotic, and sensual lover. Yes she loves a good romp, but why should that suggest elegance is lacking? She do both.]
Call me when you get off
Ima love you like (huh)
Ima love you like (hoh)
Ima love you like
Call me when you get off
Ima love you like (huh)
Ima love you like (hoh)
Ima love you like
Ooh ayyy
Ooh woah
Ooh woah
Woah woah
Ooh ayyy
Ooh woah
Ooh woah
Woah woah
