Wait Up! (feat. Audrey Hempel)
Wait up
Yeah, wait up
Yeah, wait up
Yeah, yeah
Wait up
Come on, baby, wait up
Yeah, wait up
Yeah, wait up
Yeah, wait up
Waited like a minute now I'm back
Don't know how to act
Into Ritalin, I'm on the map
And I'll hit it fast, it don't matter made it out of Matt's
Better go to mass, chalk it up and outed what I wait
Ah, baby coming back to get it I wanna
Talk about it feeling pessimistic, I wanna
Kick it 'round where the mess is hitting, I wanna
Talk back I don't guess I win it, I went a
'Round city with a passion
And I know way too many into magic
I don't gotta pay a pretty penny, I'll imagine, ooh
Don't focus on the bad shit, uh
And I'll talk it when the light's low
Don't swerve better drive slow
Getting home, feel it's ice-cold
And they told me not to call, shit, I might though
With me
Oh babe, you wanna kick back with me
Oh babe, you wanna kick back with me
Oh babe, you wanna kick back with me
Ah, baby, come on
Ah, baby, come on
Ah, baby, come on
Ah, baby, come on, yeah
Slow down wait now wait for me
Wait up
Yeah, wait up
Can you still move right with me?
Wait up
Yeah, wait up
We used to lock in the tempo
Move right in time (we used to, we used to)
We used to speed the friend zone
Playing with fire (we used to, we used to)
You pulled off couples miles ago
Now you're back and you're driving slow
They told me don't but shit I might though
Wait up
Yeah, wait up
Yeah, wait up
Yeah, wait up
Come on, baby, wait up
Yeah, wait up
Yeah, wait up
Yeah, wait up
Yeah, wait up
Yeah, wait up
Yeah, yeah
Wait up
Come on, baby, wait up
Yeah, wait up
Yeah, wait up
Yeah, wait up
Waited like a minute now I'm back
Don't know how to act
Into Ritalin, I'm on the map
And I'll hit it fast, it don't matter made it out of Matt's
Better go to mass, chalk it up and outed what I wait
Ah, baby coming back to get it I wanna
Talk about it feeling pessimistic, I wanna
Kick it 'round where the mess is hitting, I wanna
Talk back I don't guess I win it, I went a
'Round city with a passion
And I know way too many into magic
I don't gotta pay a pretty penny, I'll imagine, ooh
Don't focus on the bad shit, uh
And I'll talk it when the light's low
Don't swerve better drive slow
Getting home, feel it's ice-cold
And they told me not to call, shit, I might though
With me
Oh babe, you wanna kick back with me
Oh babe, you wanna kick back with me
Oh babe, you wanna kick back with me
Ah, baby, come on
Ah, baby, come on
Ah, baby, come on
Ah, baby, come on, yeah
Slow down wait now wait for me
Wait up
Yeah, wait up
Can you still move right with me?
Wait up
Yeah, wait up
We used to lock in the tempo
Move right in time (we used to, we used to)
We used to speed the friend zone
Playing with fire (we used to, we used to)
You pulled off couples miles ago
Now you're back and you're driving slow
They told me don't but shit I might though
Wait up
Yeah, wait up
Yeah, wait up
Yeah, wait up
Come on, baby, wait up
Yeah, wait up
Yeah, wait up
Yeah, wait up
Credits
Writer(s): Audrey Hempel
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