クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brodie Curtis
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brodie Curtis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joseph Campo
Engineer
歌詞
That's my dawg
Yuh, yo they playing our song
There's a party downstairs going on
My social battery dying
Got a hotel room, and my ride home ain't replying
Baby I'm trying (trying)
I ain't got this down to a science (science)
Take, take, one of these
Now the chemicals giving me a rise
And the dance floor catching on fire
And the temperature keep getting
Higher higher higher higher higher
To the window, gotta feel the breeze
Got sweat dripping down your tee (tee)
Now the DJ playing your steez (steez)
You been waiting on this all evening, ain't ya
Release your anger
Like please and thank ya
Took off in a Mercedes
I guess I drove you crazy
Have mercy on me baby
I'll even take a maybe (yeah, uh huh)
Baby take it off
Then put it back on
(Then put it back on, then put it back on)
Yo, yo, yo they playing our song
There's a party downstairs going on
Can we talk about this in the morning
Let go of this life for the moment
You don't wanna be alone (uh, uh)
(Took off in a Mercedes,)
This club aint our home (uh, uh)
(I guess I drove you crazy)
This cup got me gone (uh, uh)
(Have mercy on me baby)
And I don't need no more (uh, uh, uh)
(I'll even take a maybe)
Things that you've been waiting on
Waiting on me for too, too long
Things that you've been waiting on
Waiting on me for too, too long
What took too long? (What took too long?)
Took too long (What took too long?)
(Took off in a Mercedes)
(Took off in a Mercedes)
My social battery dying
Got a hotel room, and my ride home ain't replying
Baby I'm trying (trying)
I ain't got this down to a science (science)
Take, take, one of these (these)
Now the chemicals giving me a rise (rise)
And the dance floor catching on fire (fire)
And the temperature keep getting
Higher higher higher higher higher
To the window, gotta feel the breeze
Got sweat dripping down your tee (tee)
Now the DJ playing your steez (steez)
You been waiting on this all evening, ain't ya
Release your anger
Like please and thank ya
Took off in a Mercedes (uh, uh)
I guess I drove you crazy (uh, uh)
Have mercy on me baby (uh, uh)
I'll even take a maybe (yeah, uh uh uh)
Baby take it off
Then put it back on
(Then put it back on, then put it back on)
Yo, yo, yo they playing our song (song)
There's a party downstairs going on (uh)
Can we talk about this in the morning
Let go of this life for the moment
You don't wanna be alone
Have mercy on me baby
You don't wanna be alone
Took off in a Mercedes
You don't wanna be alone
I guess I drove you cra-cra-cra-crazy
Written by: Brodie Curtis