Dijon

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?