Holay Molay.

Baby, come on through I know we're both in the mood Know you got nothing to do So let's head back to my room I'm tryna make you all mine Would you let me cause I'll treat you right Tryna make you my lady Your eyes drives me crazy Dream about you daily Can someone please save me I don't think you understand it You was family You turned to a fucking savage Not talking Randy Man, you might as well just leave me Solo, dolo I don't really go to parties That's not my mojo Niggas know that I be shooting shit Not talking photos Need a mental vacation Know we got Frank Ocean on rotation I don't need your motherfucking conversation Gotta learn success, come with frustration Gotta stay patient Music my doctor I'm the fucking patient Why is love so damn complicated Baby, come on through I know we're both in the mood Know you got nothing to do So let's head back to my room Come on through I know we're both in the mood Come on through I know we're both in the mood Know you got nothing to do I know we're both in the mood Know you got nothing to do