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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Vocals
August Rigo
August Rigo
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Songwriter
August Rigo
August Rigo
Songwriter
Anderson Hernandez
Anderson Hernandez
Songwriter
Allen Ritter
Allen Ritter
Songwriter
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vinylz
Vinylz
Producer
Allen Ritter
Allen Ritter
Co-Producer
Brian Springer
Brian Springer
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Kaul
Ryan Kaul
Assistant Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
Assistant Engineer
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Co-Producer
Tom Coyne
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
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