R. Kelly - Trapped In The Closet Lyrics
Seven o’clock in the morningAnd the rays from the sun wakes meI’m stretchin’ and yawnin’In a bed that don’t belong to meAnd a voice yells, “Good morning, darlin”, from the bathroomThen she comes out and kisses meAnd to my surprise, she ain’t youNow I’ve got this dumb look on my faceLike, what have I done?How could I be so stupid to be have laid here til the morning sun?Must of lost the track of timeOh, what was on my mind?From the club, went to her homeDidn’t plan to stay that longHere I am, quickly tryin’ to put on my clothesSearching for my car keysTryin’ to get on up out the doorThen she streched her hands in front of itSaid, “You can’t go this way”Looked at her, like she was crazySaid, “Woman move out my way”Said, “I got a wife at home”She said, “Please don’t go out there”“Lady, I’ve got to get home”She said, her husband was comin’ up the stairs“Shh, shh, quietHurry up and get in the closet”She said, “Don’t you make a soundOr some shit is going down”I said, “Why don’t I just go out the window?”“Yes, except for one thing, we on the 5th floor”“Think, think, quick, put me in the closet”And now I’m in this darkest closet, tryin’ to figure outJust how I’m gonna get my crazy ass up out this houseThen he walks in and yells, “I’m home”She says, “Honey, I’m in the room”He walks in there with a smile on his faceSayin’, “Honey, I’ve been missin’ you”She hops all over himAnd says, “I’ve cooked and ran your bath water”I’m tellin’ you now, this girl’s so good that she deserves an OscarRolls her in the bedAnd start to snatchin’ her clothes offI’m in the closet, like man, what the ***** is going on?You’re not gonna believe itBut things get deeper as the story goes onNext thing you know, a call comes through on my cell phoneI tried my best to quickly put it on vibrateBut from the way he act, I could tell it was too lateHe hopped up and said, “There’s a mystery going onAnd I’m gonna solve it”And I’m like, “God please, don’t let this man open this closet”He walks in the bathroomAnd looks behind the doorShe says, “Baby, come back to bed”He says, “Say no more”He pulls back the shower curtainWhile she’s biting her nailsThen he walks back to the roomRight now, I’m sweating like hellChecks under the bedThen under the dresserHe looks at the closetI pull out my BarettaHe walks up to the closetHe comes up to the closetNow he’s at the closetNow he’s opening the closet…
