Up Late

Oooh, oooh yeah, mmmmm, hey, yeah...
On all night
Quarter five
I be insane if I let you hit
I need you
Should be here
For my regretful morning

Up late again
Head on my chest, hand on my ass
Up late again
Back it up on you, breathing fast
Up late again
Tell me how is it when I back it up there
It up there (uhmmm hmmm)

Make your way to North Hollywood
Target lingerie
Kissing your lips dipped in backwood tips
I been crushing on you
We can fake watch the news, if you like it

Up late again
Head on my chest, hand on my ass
Up late again
Back it up on you, breathing fast
Up late again
Tell me how is it when I back it up there
It up there

How you gone act?
Ooh you fucking snack
Fifth floor give your ass a duplicate fob
Fifth floor devour that body like corn on a cob
Fifth floor neighbors must be questioning my job
I see that you torn, I see you adorn, me
You know what I want
I see that you torn
I see you adorn me
I see you adorn (I still see) oh adorn

Up late again
Head on my chest, hand on my ass
Up late again
Back it up on you, breathing fast
Oh, up late, again
How is it when I back, it there
It there

Fifth floor give your ass a duplicate fob (nig)
Fifth floor devour that body like corn on a cob
Fifth floor neighbors must be questioning my job
5 am could you stay a little longer



Credits
Writer(s): Courtney Salter, Jonas Oliver Bergqvist, Micah Davis, Justin Lydell Bryant, Nicholas Quinn Venezia, Kojo Asamoah
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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