Montell Fish - Hotel

Im a slave to her, slave to her love
I’m a slave to your love, it’s who you are that I cry

When I met you in that hotel room
I could tell that you were so bad news
But I keep messing with ya, messin' with ya
And now you're messing with me, messin' with me

I keep going back to this hotel room
I just don't know what the hell to just tell you
But I like messing with ya, messin' with you
Girl, now you're messing with me, mеssin' with me