4 Am
It's like 4AM, still checking on my phone
Trynna get a hold like, baby are you home
Can I, come over, cause I hate to be alone
Threw my PJs on and my roomate's cologne
And I'm
Heading over, not completely sober
Speaking with my heart
'Cause my mind in not the owner of this
Love song, I just wanna get along
I want you in my life
I just wanna share my time like
Sunday, smoothies by the beach up in Soho
Shorty looking fine with her sneakers and that sungown
Trying to steal you for the night
If you down, we can go, oh
Too little place it'll be so, oh
Majestic, electric, the tension kinetic
She's speaking phonetic 'bout things we can get it
I might be a bit hectic, but baby just let it
I'm lyrically pouring my heart, it's poetic
I need you to come through
Who me? Yes, girl. Yes, you
Come over with your crew
We can smoke and we got hella
White wine chilling in the box
We got lemonade pouring up a lot
The girls outside and the guys on top
My driveway looking like a parking lot
I know you see my drip, stunnin'
Girl, you're just a player, you want me to hate her
I see you love my lips when we talking
You wanna get naughty right after the party
She be listening to Carti. And she's sweeter than a smarty
Can I tell you a little secret? You know I really like this party
But I think you wanna leave it
I need you to come through
Who me? Yes, girl. Yes, you
Come over with your crew
We can smoke and we got hella
White wine chilling in the box
We got lemonade pouring up a lot
The girls outside and the guys on top
My driveway looking like a parking lot
The way you stunning got me mesmerized
Got me falling straight into your eyes
State of mind, onto finer things
Got my conscious paralyzed
And she dripping in designer
Mind, her purse an Alexander Wang
Forty-eight carats of these diamond rings
Without you, that don't mean a thing
Sunday, smoothies by the beach up in Soho
Shorty looking fine with her sneakers and that sungown
Trying to steal you for the night
If you down, we can go, oh
Too little place it'll be so, oh
Majestic, electric, the tension kinetic
She's speaking phonetic 'bout things we can get it
I might be a bit hectic, but baby just let it
I'm lyrically pouring my heart, it's poetic
I need you to come through
Who me? Yes, girl. Yes, you
Come over with your crew
We can smoke and we got hella
White wine chilling in the box
We got lemonade pouring up a lot
The girls outside and the guys on top
My driveway looking like a parking lot
Trynna get a hold like, baby are you home
Can I, come over, cause I hate to be alone
Threw my PJs on and my roomate's cologne
And I'm
Heading over, not completely sober
Speaking with my heart
'Cause my mind in not the owner of this
Love song, I just wanna get along
I want you in my life
I just wanna share my time like
Sunday, smoothies by the beach up in Soho
Shorty looking fine with her sneakers and that sungown
Trying to steal you for the night
If you down, we can go, oh
Too little place it'll be so, oh
Majestic, electric, the tension kinetic
She's speaking phonetic 'bout things we can get it
I might be a bit hectic, but baby just let it
I'm lyrically pouring my heart, it's poetic
I need you to come through
Who me? Yes, girl. Yes, you
Come over with your crew
We can smoke and we got hella
White wine chilling in the box
We got lemonade pouring up a lot
The girls outside and the guys on top
My driveway looking like a parking lot
I know you see my drip, stunnin'
Girl, you're just a player, you want me to hate her
I see you love my lips when we talking
You wanna get naughty right after the party
She be listening to Carti. And she's sweeter than a smarty
Can I tell you a little secret? You know I really like this party
But I think you wanna leave it
I need you to come through
Who me? Yes, girl. Yes, you
Come over with your crew
We can smoke and we got hella
White wine chilling in the box
We got lemonade pouring up a lot
The girls outside and the guys on top
My driveway looking like a parking lot
The way you stunning got me mesmerized
Got me falling straight into your eyes
State of mind, onto finer things
Got my conscious paralyzed
And she dripping in designer
Mind, her purse an Alexander Wang
Forty-eight carats of these diamond rings
Without you, that don't mean a thing
Sunday, smoothies by the beach up in Soho
Shorty looking fine with her sneakers and that sungown
Trying to steal you for the night
If you down, we can go, oh
Too little place it'll be so, oh
Majestic, electric, the tension kinetic
She's speaking phonetic 'bout things we can get it
I might be a bit hectic, but baby just let it
I'm lyrically pouring my heart, it's poetic
I need you to come through
Who me? Yes, girl. Yes, you
Come over with your crew
We can smoke and we got hella
White wine chilling in the box
We got lemonade pouring up a lot
The girls outside and the guys on top
My driveway looking like a parking lot
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Writer(s): Benjamin Gabrovic
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