Lyrics: Jonathan Rotem/Jack Gilinsky/Caleb Toliver/John Ryan/Sherwyn Nicholls/Jacob Kasher Hindlin
Music: Jonathan Rotem/Jack Gilinsky/Caleb Toliver/John Ryan/Sherwyn Nicholls/Jacob Kasher Hindlin
If I gotta speak facts
Even if we're on a break, you're still mine
And you know I'm still yours
Long as we don't go and cross that one line
Since you got a new man, but I know it's all me you're missin'
And that body don't lie, I'll be over there in a minute
Don't let too many nights go by before you try to make this right
Don't make me find someone who knows how to do the things you do with my love
My love, my love, my love
Tell me what you tryna do with
My love, my love, my love
Show me you don't wanna lose it
Don't make me find someone who knows how to do the little things you do with
My love, my love, my love, yeah
I gave you Don T in the fall, baby
The head was too good to recall, baby
Ain't know I was gettin' down with your lady
No need to get mad, she love to play (Play, play)
She gentle, let a nigga enter, tell him where we ended u
I got it in Benz truck, licky-licky then some
Just called up your friends hon', come and get her when we done
Don't let too many nights pass before you try to make this right
Don't make me find someone who knows how to do the little things you do with
Don't let too many nights pass before you try to make this right
Don't make me find someone who knows how to do the little things you do with
My love, my love, my love
Tell me what you tryna do with
My love, my love, my love
Show me you don't wanna lose it
Don't make me find someone who knows how to do the little things you do with
My love, my love, my love