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goodnight n go

Come And Get It

song: 7/11 by beyoncé
program i used: after effects cc 2021

7/11

lights down low

you're the one

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Smooth, late-night, and close to the chest. Elevation (Final Cut) is about personal highs — smoke curling slow, headphones on, city lights blurred. A track that feels like it’s just you and the music.

Elevation

[Verse 1]
Flying redeye to Sicily, first class as usual;
Stepping onto A three eighty, air hostess greeting me;
That’s when I notice her: tall, stunning, supermodel type;
We take off, I spot her again;
She offers me a glass of Bordeaux, eyes lingering just a second too long.

Minutes pass, she comes back, a little sweeter this time;
Now my python senses something’s up
First-class suite, private bed, NO am not thinking dirty but....anything can happen.

She returns, hands me a magazine, talks about offers;
I take it, hold her hand for a heartbeat; she smiles;
Signals exchanged, I release her hands, green light.
Cabin lights go low, the night gets quiet; others asleep
She slips in, closes my cubicle door, stands right in front
No more questions.

She unzips my fly, stares with crave;
Says, “It’s so strong,” then goes to work;
Thirty thousand feet, nobody knows what’s going down.
Thirty thousand feet, pilot clueless;
We’re flying while making the sky our playground.

[Hook/Chorus]
Oh, thirty thousand feet, no one knows what’s going on;
Thirty thousand feet, flying high, bodies touching;
Pilot has no clue, hostess in my cubicle,
I pull her close, admire every curve;  goddess in uniform.
I slide her skirt down, passion in my hands;
I put her to bed, she moans, “What do you want to do to me?”
I whisper, “I’m about to put it all on you.”

[Verse 2]
I work those jugs like I’m hungry for milk;
She moans louder, I tease, “We’re just getting started.”
Lick every inch like melting ice cream;
Down the lip below her navel, the scent’s Chanel No. 5 and Edenberry,
I slide Victoria's secret aside
She pulls me closer, moans, “Don’t stop.” as she rubs my hair
I lick and wash, she moans dont stop
She said no one ever did it like that 

She says I should slide in, I take my rubber
She grabs the rubber, suits me up herself;
I slide in, she already wet, I full thrust slowly
She’s louder, begging for more,
Each time I slide out, she pulls me back in, then she locks me with her legs
So I give her everything, every inch,
She says she feels it all, climax building.
She climax 2 and 3

She goes wild, flips me, rides like a cowgirl;
Hands on my chest, her hair in my grip,
We meet eyes, craving what the ground never offered;
She grinds me, she rides hard, says she’s never felt this before
But you haven’t, not with the King in the clouds.

We climax together, a storm in the sky;
She gets up, tired, but dresses like nothing happened,
As I go to the shower to clean up, she slips in, locks the door
I wanted to say something but her lips plug my mouth
Round 4, hands on the sink, wild, unstoppable.

We clean up, she leaves first,
Before landing, another glass of Bordeaux,
She opens my wallet, takes my card, just a sly smile.

[Outro]
We land in Sicily, think it’s over
Doorbell rings two days later;
There she is, even more breathtaking.
No words, just heat at the threshold
We get it on from the door
And this is only part one.

Thirty Thousand Feet

Reportin’ Sick Tomorrow (Radio) is the smooth, irresistible blend of R&B warmth and Dancehall rhythm — the sound of love stealing the spotlight from responsibility. With clean, soulful vocals, lush harmonies, and that signature Sonic Dominion glow, this version brings the romance without the rush — proof that passion can still be radio-ready.
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