Holay Molay.

Baby, come on through
I know we're both in the mood
Know you got nothing to do
So let's head back to my room

I'm tryna make you all mine
Would you let me cause I'll treat you right
Tryna make you my lady
Your eyes drives me crazy

Dream about you daily
Can someone please save me
I don't think you understand it
You was family

You turned to a fucking savage
Not talking Randy
Man, you might as well just leave me
Solo, dolo

I don't really go to parties
That's not my mojo
Niggas know that I be shooting shit
Not talking photos

Need a mental vacation
Know we got Frank Ocean on rotation
I don't need your motherfucking conversation
Gotta learn success, come with frustration

Gotta stay patient
Music my doctor
I'm the fucking patient
Why is love so damn complicated

Baby, come on through
I know we're both in the mood
Know you got nothing to do
So let's head back to my room

Come on through
I know we're both in the mood
Come on through

I know we're both in the mood
Know you got nothing to do
I know we're both in the mood
Know you got nothing to do



Credits
Writer(s): Kendrick Buckhalter
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