I don’t wanna talk anymore I know enough about you to know all I wanna do is Find out a little bit more I don’t wanna waste that moon And the heat on the hood of this Ford You’ve told me ‘bout your family The town that you grew up in Believe me, I wanna

I don't wanna waste your time baby I just wanna make you come to me Comfortable baby, so come here darling And come for me baby I don't wanna waste a second, no girl I just wanna make you come dance with me Come talk to me, come here darling Come here

Pick a star in the sky Wordplay, turns into gun play And gun play turns into pillow talk And pillow talk turns into sweet dreams Sweet dreams turns into coffee in the morning Coffee in the morning I don't wanna wake you I just wanna watch you sleep It's

Let me see, let me see, let me see Don't talk about it, be about it What you gon' do to me That you couldn't wait to get me home alone Talk a good game mate, come on Hollering 'bout what you gon' do to me She say she wanna take her skirt off Be my guest

No, nobody but me can keep me safe And I'm on my way So take aim and fire away I've never been so wide awake Everybody keep me safe The blood moon is on the rise The fire burning in my eyes I'm sorry but Don't wanna talk, I need a moment before I go

Bring me down, it’s not that easy Lay me down, just please don’t leave me But, knew that you were absolute in doubt It wasn’t somethin' that I thought about I just really wanna talk to you again That’s how I know that I'ma haunt you in the end Runnin' up

Somethin' you want to know I'll tell you so Don't you talk to the world You can talk to me baby You can talk to your girl I won't lie to you baby You know you shouldn't fall for everything that they tell you

Something new (you know, you know) Something new I miss, I miss, I miss everything I miss, I miss, I miss All I wanna do All I wanna do (you know, you know) Miss, miss, miss Don't talk to me like I'm crazy (better hear that, I can't, uh) Probably like a

How you let a nigga in the feds out do you Your pockets in the red and I don't wanna talk to you If I ain't a millionaire then my lil boy can grow a pussy If Guwop ain't bout his business then Popeye must be a sissy And if you ain't getting money I don't

Pick a star in the sky Wordplay, turns into gun play And gun play turns into pillow talk And pillow talk turns into sweet dreams Sweet dreams turns into coffee in the morning Coffee in the morning I don't wanna wake you I just wanna watch you sleep It's