Patient - Party Pupils

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)