Lyrics Patient - Party Pupils

Slow down whatchu talkin' bout
One week, went a hundred rounds
Last night wit' cha' best friend
Slipped up, called me boyfriend
You say we movin' 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 us just
Waiting? Dancing on this, how I ain't seeking?"
Feels so good to come down, to come down, to come down.
Fuck being patient.

(Fuck being patient)
(Slow down, whatcha' talking 'bout?)
(Fuck being)

And you're running, don't stop uh
67 Chevy, no top uh
Only thing packed is a bag of grain
Two bikinis, and some sunscreen
Scared that I'll get sick of you
Cool
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)
(And you're running, don't stop)
(Fuck being)

Come down, come down, come down
Fuck being patient

(Fuck being patient)
(Fuck being patient)
(Fuck being patient)
(Slow down, whatcha' talking 'bout?)
(Fuck being patient)
(And you're running, don't stop)
(Fuck being)