Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
T'melle
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Walter Sutton
Songwriter
Chris Wright
Songwriter
T'melle Rawlings
Songwriter
Pierre Medor
Songwriter
Jeremiah "Sickpen" Bethea
Songwriter
Lyrics
Boy I can't wait till you pull up on me
Like a horn ring your beep beep on me
Have your hands and arms on me
Like a seatbelt baby on me
I'll take it like a champ I won't runaway
But you ain't tryna hurt me in no type of way
And I've been waiting on this feeling all day
There's no way that I'mma let it go away
Now everytime I'm stressed out
Boy I need you to stretch me out
Like I'm your last few dollars before payday
Boy I need you to stretch me out in that way
Stretch me out like I'm doing yoga
Stretch me out boy feel my body over
Stretch me out across the bed
Stretch me out give me that head
Like a hat baby
Boy I wanna feel your face on me
No second guessing
Whatever you feel right now do it to me
I'll take it like a champ I won't runaway
But you ain't tryna hurt me in no type of way
And I've been waiting on this feeling all day
There's no way that I'mma let it go away
Now everytime I'm stressed out
Boy I need you to stretch me out
Like I'm your last few dollars before payday
Boy I need you to stretch me out in that way
Stretch me out like I'm doing yoga
Stretch me out boy feel my body over
Stretch me out across the bed
Stretch me out give me that edge
Written by: Chris Wright, Jeremiah "Sickpen" Bethea, Pierre Medor, T'melle Rawlings, Walter Sutton