Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vernon Joseph Jones
Songwriter
James Peters
Songwriter
Lyrics
Nine o'clock
Home alone
Paging you
Wishing you come over
My place
After while
Let me know
We can just keep talking, wait
What the fuck is left here to talk about baby
I need yo clothes on the floor
When you come through the door, and I don't need no arguing lady
Girl you been all on my line, line, talkin dirty you want a part of this baby
I need it all of the time, time, but you been distant
And it's driving me crazy
But I know you coming over that's still part of the deal
I'm a fuck you like I love you, now you all in ya feels
I tell you I'm not the one, it stabs your heart if words could kill
I can't leave myself unguarded cuz my heart
I know you'll steal, when you got options ain't nothing like this
They shoot they shot and it bricks
I shoot my shot and it swish
Tell Them it's all in the wrist
Know you want to be mine mine
Trying to get me to give all my time time
I can't do that I'd be out my mind mind
Almost had to bench you on the sidelines ah
It's 1010
Where you been
I need those thighs shaking all up in my face
Let me bite it body butter on me woah
Lady hold on nah I mean I'm bout to go in deep
Your expressions are telling me you
Thinking the same things as me woah defeat
Them **** couldn't get you
Them bitches couldn't get me
You might win some you ain't even loose this one
You came back for seconds you ain't get enough in round one
And I ain't trynna judge you hell nah but you perfect, yeah
Yeah yeah, I ain't trying to judge you hell nah you got that one
On everything you get on my nerves I love your passion
That's how I see I keep handing out passes
Yeah yeah yeah yeah you get on my nerves hell yea
I love your passion that's how I see I keep handing out passes
Told myself I ain't goin deep sea diving
Told myself I ain't goin deep sea diving my love locked down
Yea you know I gotta hide it
Written by: James Peters, Vernon Joseph Jones