Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Brown
Vocals
August Rigo
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Songwriter
August Rigo
Songwriter
Anderson Hernandez
Songwriter
Allen Ritter
Songwriter
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vinylz
Producer
Allen Ritter
Co-Producer
Brian Springer
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Kaul
Assistant Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Assistant Engineer
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Co-Producer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I know it's late, I know it's late
And baby, I can't focus
Focus
I just flew into town today
I'm hoping that you'd notice
Did you notice?
[PreChorus]
I just posted my landing, oh
Wonderin' if the same old understanding stands
I know you got work pretty early
I'll be around 'bout three-thirty
Usually, you're done by one
So baby, when I wake you up, up, up
[Chorus]
Just let me rock
Fuck you back to sleep, girl
Oh-oh, don't say a word, no, girl
No, don't you talk, oh yeah
Just hold on tight to me, girl
Fuck you back to sleep, girl, rock you back
[Verse 2]
Now where you at? Just dropped my bags
I'm coming through to meet you, oh yeah
To meet you, oh, oh-whoa
I know you're almost half-asleep
But you know how much I need ya (Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up)
Girl, I need ya (Need you, baby)
Gon' gimme that spare key, ah
But if you keep the door unlocked, be ready, oh-ho
[PreChorus]
I know you got work pretty early
I'll be around 'bout three-thirty
Usually, you're done by one
So baby, when I wake you up, up, up
[Chorus]
Just let me rock
Fuck you back to sleep, girl
Oh-oh, don't say a word, no, girl
No, don't you talk, baby
Just hold on tight to me, girl
Fuck you back to sleep, girl, rock you back
[Bridge]
Ain't sorry that I woke you
I ain't sorry 'bout your job (No)
Call sick in the mornin' so I can get a little bit more of your love, hey
I know you want me and you feel me
'Cause you never disagree
So when you wake from your sleep, girl
[Chorus]
Just let me rock
And let me love you, babe, oh, yeah
Fuck you back to sleep, girl, oh
Don't say a word, no, girl
No, don't you talk
Just hold on tight to me, girl
I'll fuck you back to sleep, girl, and rock you back
[Outro]
Ain't sorry that I woke you
I ain't sorry 'bout your job, yeah-yeah (Fuck you back to sleep, girl)
Call sick in the mornin' so I can get a little bit more of your love
Ain't sorry that I woke you
Ain't sorry 'bout your job (Fuck you back to sleep, girl)
Call sick in the mornin' so I can get a little bit more of your love
Written by: Allen Ritter, Anderson Hernandez, August Rigo, Chris Brown, Mark Kevin Pitts, Matthew Jehu Samuels