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All I want to do Is sit and wait for you All I want to do Is sit and wait for you Are you movin' ahead Am I fallin' behind Fuck it, probably either way, it's probably all in my mind You got all that you want I got nothin' but time Honestly all we want is somebody to grind with In a junior high prom, probably regrettin' my haircut And the color of my tie, let's photoshop it and airbrush As long as the girl with me is more fly than air miles I'mma be a happy camper with nothin' to care about Damn, well put, that's the way it goes I know you say that you love him, but that was days ago I moved to London and tried to find me a Daisy Lowe I mean it can't be that hard to find a crazy ho She high up on the Macy floor, I'm flowin' in my fast car You want to watch the world end in my backyard We go in circles, that's nascar Only you get me high, high, high High again Leavin' your smell on my clothes I think that I'm losin' my mind again Baby, don't leave me alone You get me high, high, high, high All I want to do Is sit and wait for you All I want to do Is sit and wait for you Are you goin' with him, am I takin' you home Fuck it, probably either way, I end up alone You got all that you want, I got nothin' to show Honestly all we want is somebody to bone, so Can I get your phone number, your credit card, and your passport You gave me this crude face like why did I ask for it My plane to the UK, but I didn't pack for it If this is a layup, then where is the backboard A sinful investigation is makin' me? I'm with you, I'm suffocating, my lungs are like fuckin' fire There isn't an explanation you wouldn't try to get me high Only you get me high, high, high High again Leavin' your smell on my clothes I think that I'm losin' my mind again Baby, don't leave me alone You get me high, high, high, high Nobody's gonna keep me down (You get me high again) My feet are floatin' off the ground (You get me high again) And every time they'll be show around I'll be alone and stay by your side Only you can get me this high Only you get me high, high, high High again Leavin' your smell on my clothes I think that I'm losin' my mind again Baby, don't leave me alone You get me high, high, high, high
Writer(s): Steven A. Markowitz, Reginald James Ferguson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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