Hold

You must get tired, always running through my brain
Got me hooked on you and I can’t break up the chains
Think I’m good, and there you go blowing up my phone
I can’t help but hitting you back, but you off them up
Gotta make a move, what to do with you?
Sorry if you think that it’s cold
But I have to put you on hold
Put you on, put you on hold
Put you on hold
Put you on, put you on
Sorry if you think that it’s cold
I have to put you on
Please hold
I know you like to play it right
'Cause you don’t hit me up when it’s daylight
When my phone blow up in the moonlight
You can hold though, I ain’t in the mood right now
Making moves, are you thinking you are smooth right now?
What you tryna do right now?
How you getting rude right now?
I’m telling you, back down
Gotta make a move, what to do with you?
Sorry if you think that it’s cold
But I have to put you on hold
Put you on, put you on hold
Put you on hold
Put you on, put you on
Sorry if you think that it’s cold
I have to put you on
Hold, hold, hold (Yeah, yeah)
Hold, hold, hold (Sorry if you think that it’s cold)
But I have to put you on hold
Put you on, put you on hold
Put you on hold
Put you on, put you on
Sorry if you think that it’s cold
I have to put you on