Looking forward to clock in, leaving at 2 AM
Mop the floor, walk out with you
Mess with my heart, you don't know it
Big crush, big hearts for you
I'm so afraid to show it
Guilty pleasure is you throwing cinnamon twists at me
I'll still beat your ass, don't get it twisted nigga
Wish this was something more than just tacos
Something more than burritos
Something more than quesadillas
Wanna ask for your number
Tempted to, can't do it
Can't go out like that
Distance myself, stay out of your way
You always find your way back
With some dumb ass shit to say
To me, and I fall for you all over again
What do you want from me? I need to know
Tired of listening to love songs
Thinking about you at night
Ryan Beatty's album on repeat
Thinking of you
Just give me a sign, maybe two?
Don't want a relationship
More than a late night at work
Instead of offering to smoke me out
Offer to tell me how you really feel
Stop staring, it isn't polite
Next time, you brush pass me
Say excuse me, have consideration
For my feelings, my heart
Your cologne has a distinct smell
Reminds of a player, low and behold
I know you don't care, but I brag about you to my friends
Always look at the work schedule, and see if you're working the same days I am
You clean the line, I wash the dishes
Deal?
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Looking forward to clock in, leaving at 2 AM
Mop the floor, walk out with you
Mess with my heart, you don't know it
Big crush, big hearts for you
I'm so afraid to show it
Guilty pleasure is you throwing cinnamon twists at me
I'll still beat your ass, don't get it twisted nigga
Wish this was something more than just tacos
Something more than burritos
Something more than quesadillas
Wanna ask for your number
Tempted to, can't do it
Can't go out like that
Distance myself, stay out of your way
You always find your way back
With some dumb ass shit to say
To me, and I fall for you all over again
What do you want from me? I need to know
Tired of listening to love songs
Thinking about you at night
Ryan Beatty's album on repeat
Thinking of you
Just give me a sign, maybe two?
Don't want a relationship
More than a late night at work
Instead of offering to smoke me out
Offer to tell me how you really feel
Stop staring, it isn't polite
Next time, you brush pass me
Say excuse me, have consideration
For my feelings, my heart
Your cologne has a distinct smell
Reminds of a player, low and behold
I know you don't care, but I brag about you to my friends
Always look at the work schedule, and see if you're working the same days I am
You clean the line, I wash the dishes
Deal?
Mop the floor, walk out with you
Mess with my heart, you don't know it
Big crush, big hearts for you
I'm so afraid to show it
Guilty pleasure is you throwing cinnamon twists at me
I'll still beat your ass, don't get it twisted nigga
Wish this was something more than just tacos
Something more than burritos
Something more than quesadillas
Wanna ask for your number
Tempted to, can't do it
Can't go out like that
Distance myself, stay out of your way
You always find your way back
With some dumb ass shit to say
To me, and I fall for you all over again
What do you want from me? I need to know
Tired of listening to love songs
Thinking about you at night
Ryan Beatty's album on repeat
Thinking of you
Just give me a sign, maybe two?
Don't want a relationship
More than a late night at work
Instead of offering to smoke me out
Offer to tell me how you really feel
Stop staring, it isn't polite
Next time, you brush pass me
Say excuse me, have consideration
For my feelings, my heart
Your cologne has a distinct smell
Reminds of a player, low and behold
I know you don't care, but I brag about you to my friends
Always look at the work schedule, and see if you're working the same days I am
You clean the line, I wash the dishes
Deal?
Writer: Caleb Thornton
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