Lyrics

Please stop texting me at 3 in the morning Shawty if you next to me Got to get up in the morning Fuck how I'm feeling now Cause you got in my mind yea I was just chillen but now you got me On your time yea (whoa whoa) You don't got to worry about loving me Do this shit right here no repercussions (yea) All I want to hear is that you on your way Hope in that lyft or Uber come right now Damn it's still 3 in the morning We in LA everything closing at 2 in the morning All out of options so you are my options so slide thru I just want to be inside you These are the words of a side dude I don't get caught up on titles, I'll rather sit back be idol I need you just the way you need me I can be your in between kind of lover Talking about sometimes kind of lover When he texting you girl I don't notice Put it on silent so I can focus We can even put on vibrate yet Set your Alarm for work in the am It's so hard to say Goodbye Cause yesterday oh yea Cause you was iffy in your feelings (yea) I'm sick of playing these games So I'm checking your temperature Tryna feel you out when I kick game Go to fast let me switch lanes Is she hot, is she cold Love me not let me know Tryna feel you out when I kick game Go to fast let me switch lanes Is she hot, is she cold Love me not let me know Tell me what's good baby I'm right here Tryna feel you out but you still not clear When you leave me out here I go So cold don't know how much You take me out the zone or you be fucking with me Slow texting me wonder if you playing with me Are you hot or you cold or am I warm yea Getting closer to you shorty right now yea Giving me the runaround yea Stop driving round in circles Like I said hop in that Lyft or Uber come right now It's later than 3 in the morning now If this was New York sun will be up and that just kills my vibe We in LA so we got us more time So slide thru I just want to be inside you These are the words of a side dude I don't get caught up on titles, I'll rather sit back and be idol I need you just the way you need me I can be your in between talking about A sometimes times kind of lover It's so hard to say Goodbye Cause yesterday oh yea Cause you was iffy in your feelings (yea) Sick of playing these games So I'm checking your temperature Na na na na na Na na na Tryna feel you out when I kick game Go to fast let me switch lanes Is she hot, is she cold Love me not let me know Tryna feel you out when I kick game Go to fast let me switch lanes Is she hot, is she cold Love me not let me know
Writer(s): Otha Davis, Devvon Mcleod, David Glen Cappa, Phillip D. Guillory Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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