Patient

Slow down whatchu talkin' bout One week, went a hundred rounds Last night wit' cha' best friend Slipped up, called me boyfriend You say we movin' too fast Need space, take a step back But when I leave it's text on text on text, You say, "Come on now, baby What's the point in two of us just waiting? Dancing on this, how I ain't seeking?" Feels so good to come down, to come down, to come down. Fuck being patient. (Fuck being patient) (Slow down, whatcha' talking 'bout?) (Fuck being) And you're running, don't stop uh 67 Chevy, no top uh Only thing packed is a bag of grain Two bikinis, and some sunscreen Scared that I'll get sick of you Cool Maybe I'll go get a room But when I leave, it's text on, text on, text, You say "Come on now, baby What's the point in two of just waiting? Dancing on this, how I ain't seeking?" Feels so good to come down, come down, come down Fuck being patient (Fuck being patient) (And you're running, don't stop) (Fuck being) Come down, come down, come down Fuck being patient (Fuck being patient) (Fuck being patient) (Fuck being patient) (Slow down, whatcha' talking 'bout?) (Fuck being patient) (And you're running, don't stop) (Fuck being)