Texty

Oh, I made this song, yeah Oh I can go slow Baby, it's real I just don't feel it It's your song, girl, I made it, oh But you won't even play it I get the ball then you take it I give it all then you fake it What's up? You know that I've been seein' you And I been thinkin' of a lot of things that we could do If you could dream it up I feel like I could make it happen but you've got enough (tough) I had tried to get into you, oh Maybe it's my time to go to you It's alright I'm workin' all the time Oh, I'll be fine I'll be here still depending I might heard this line Oh I can go slow Baby, it's real I just don't feel it It's your song, girl, I made it, oh But you won't even play it I get the ball then you take it I give it all then you fake it I said "Hello", baby Maybe you should come and say "Hey", lady Uh, I rhymed "Lady" with "Baby" I'ma go home, maybe this song sucks Girl Yep, it's you And I want to be in tune But I'm tryin' Lost my high Every time that you see no reply Oh, you're sad Oh, girl, what you want? Make it quick and tell them off Oh, girl, what you need? Hushed up and I know it's me It's true I have it all but I want you Girl, where'd you go? I'm gonna take you slow Oh, girl, what you want? Make it quick and tell them off Oh, girl, what you need? Hushed up and I know it's me It's true I have it all but I want you Girl, where'd you go? I'm gonna take you slow
Writer(s): Malcolm Hobert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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