Waiting on My Girl
Most the time that's in the world
Is time that I will wind up spending waiting on my girl
Ten minutes after waking I be ready for the gym
Four hours after waking and I be like what the *uck
She got like 90 different tasks
And all of them are very slow and none are very fast
Supposedly every single one is crucial
It's some ish that I don't ever get used to
Sometimes I ask her if she's almost ready
Each and every single time she says "yeah"
I don't think she's lying on purpose
I really think she has no idea
How long minutes and hours really are
I know it sounds outrageous and I know it sounds bizarre
But no matter how many times I try to set her straight
The only thing that I could ever do is sit and wait
I be waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Yes, waiting on my girl
Yo I'm waiting on my girl
Always waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
I be waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Yes, waiting on my girl
I be waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
I be waiting on my girl
I tell my girl we're leaving seven
She be like "word"
But that is absurd
Sometimes I wind up waiting outside
She has no concept of time
I love her and we'll never ever break up
But why it take 100 million years to do her makeup?
Don't get me wrong I like it when she dolls up
But trying 20 different outfits on makes me say what the *uck
Do I even have to mention
Thee bathroom is like another dimension
What goes on inside is something I could never explain
Time exists on an entirely different plane
Inside I know we really gotta run
Instead I'm in the living room twiddling my thumbs
Makes me never wanna leave my borough
The time I know that I'll invest waiting on my girl
I be waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Yes, waiting on my girl
Yo I'm waiting on my girl
Always waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
I be waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Yes, waiting on my girl
I be waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
I be waiting on my girl
Before she was my girl yo I was always on time
But now while I be waiting I just sit and write rhymes
It's not unusual that she be taking so long
That by the time we break out I done wrote a whole song
I'll write an album 'fore I get to heaven, no bull
That outcome is inevitable
No ifs ands or maybes
Better than going crazy
If we gotta leave at ten I say we gotta leave at eight
We're still a half an hour late
By the time we call the Uber or the time we call the Lyft
She really has a gift
I'm just being expressive
I'm not even really mad
Actually it's quite impressive
We'll be leaving in a second fam
Till then I'll just be staring at the second hand
Waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Yes, waiting on my girl
Yo I'm waiting on my girl
Always waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
I be waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Yes, waiting on my girl
I be waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Homeboy Sandman waiting on my girl
Is time that I will wind up spending waiting on my girl
Ten minutes after waking I be ready for the gym
Four hours after waking and I be like what the *uck
She got like 90 different tasks
And all of them are very slow and none are very fast
Supposedly every single one is crucial
It's some ish that I don't ever get used to
Sometimes I ask her if she's almost ready
Each and every single time she says "yeah"
I don't think she's lying on purpose
I really think she has no idea
How long minutes and hours really are
I know it sounds outrageous and I know it sounds bizarre
But no matter how many times I try to set her straight
The only thing that I could ever do is sit and wait
I be waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Yes, waiting on my girl
Yo I'm waiting on my girl
Always waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
I be waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Yes, waiting on my girl
I be waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
I be waiting on my girl
I tell my girl we're leaving seven
She be like "word"
But that is absurd
Sometimes I wind up waiting outside
She has no concept of time
I love her and we'll never ever break up
But why it take 100 million years to do her makeup?
Don't get me wrong I like it when she dolls up
But trying 20 different outfits on makes me say what the *uck
Do I even have to mention
Thee bathroom is like another dimension
What goes on inside is something I could never explain
Time exists on an entirely different plane
Inside I know we really gotta run
Instead I'm in the living room twiddling my thumbs
Makes me never wanna leave my borough
The time I know that I'll invest waiting on my girl
I be waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Yes, waiting on my girl
Yo I'm waiting on my girl
Always waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
I be waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Yes, waiting on my girl
I be waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
I be waiting on my girl
Before she was my girl yo I was always on time
But now while I be waiting I just sit and write rhymes
It's not unusual that she be taking so long
That by the time we break out I done wrote a whole song
I'll write an album 'fore I get to heaven, no bull
That outcome is inevitable
No ifs ands or maybes
Better than going crazy
If we gotta leave at ten I say we gotta leave at eight
We're still a half an hour late
By the time we call the Uber or the time we call the Lyft
She really has a gift
I'm just being expressive
I'm not even really mad
Actually it's quite impressive
We'll be leaving in a second fam
Till then I'll just be staring at the second hand
Waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Yes, waiting on my girl
Yo I'm waiting on my girl
Always waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
I be waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Yes, waiting on my girl
I be waiting on my girl
Waiting on my girl
Homeboy Sandman waiting on my girl
Credits
Writer(s): Gavin Tennille, Angel Del Villar
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