Balcony Suite

Truth is, I've been thinking about you all day, it's a damn shame
Blow up my phone, baby, you know I'm gon' text you
Let me know the time you tryna come through

I'm tryna, chill on the beach on a winter day
I'm talkin' somewhere overseas
Somewhere with some views, you can be chillin' with me

Book a balcony suite, hope you know I got everything you need
All the shopping sprees on me, treat you like a queen
Even when you down upon your knees, cause it's sweet
Like the time we spendin', woah, woah, woah Wanna know you till we grow old
Is there something we can do?
Girl, your body like, woah, woah, woah Wanna know you, wanna hold you till we grow old
yeah

Girl, you know there's so much more that we can be
Me and you, chillin' on the roof, moon gazing at us ya
I hate the days where I look at you and I'm mad at ya
Hope you accept my apologies, and everywhere that we go
All the shopping sprees on me, treat you like a queen

Even when you down, I'm on your knees, cause it's sweet
Like the time we spendin', woah, woah, woah Wanna know you till we grow old
Is there something we can do
Girl, your body like, woah, woah, woah Wanna know you, wanna hold you till we grow old



Credits
Writer(s): Apollos Bolden
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