Slow down, whatcha' talking 'bout? One week, went a hundred rounds Last night wit' 'cha best friend Slipped up, called me boyfriend You say we're moving 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 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) (La, la, la, la, la, la) (Slow down, whatcha' talking 'bout?) (La, la, la, la, la, la) (Fuck being) And you're running, don't stop 67 Chevy, no top Only thing packed is a bag of grain Two bikinis, and some sunscreen Scared that I'll get sick of you 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) (La, la, la, la, la, la) (And you're running, don't stop) (La, la, la, la, la, la) (Fuck being) Come down, come down, come down Fuck being patient (Fuck being patient) (La, la, la, la, la, la) (Fuck being patient) (La, la, la, la, la, la) (Fuck being patient) (La, la, la, la, la, la) (Slow down, whatcha' talking 'bout?) (La, la, la, la, la, la) (Fuck being patient) (La, la, la, la, la, la) (And you're running, don't stop) (La, la, la, la, la, la) (Fuck being)