Lyrics NYLA - Marsha Ambrosius

Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up the phone
Yo, can?
Hey, no, I was hitting you because he is so fine
I don't even know what to do
I was gonna ask him if he wanted to go eat something
But I don't even know where to go
I've lost my bloody mind
He's fine fine, like, Ralph Angel Quee Sugar fine
Wait a minute, Let me call you right back

Oh what you waitin' for? (What you waitin' for?)
It's you I've been waitin' for (It's you I've been waitin' for)
I may slip up and just give you something (Give you something)
I already slipped up and then gave you something
Are you trippin' on nothin', I just wanna
Just wanna talk to you
Just about anything
And you got me making excuses
Just to be closer, see
Kinda wonder if you are too
Thinking the same damn thing
When about this time next year

I still want us to be together, ooh yeah
I still want us to be forever, ooh yeah, yeah