Arms, legs wrapped around you
Arms, legs keep grabbing
Let me ask you
Would you leave it all in the back of your head
or all in the palm of my hand?
Ain’t nobody holding
you back,
but don’t it feel like it’s been far too long?
I’m waiting for the white flag
You’re talking with the blunt in your hand
But I’m hoping that I look the same as the way you always knew
Baby, your course, I flew
But I’m not over what we had
Don’t it feel like it’s been far too long?
It feels like it’s been far too long.
