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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bo Staloch
Vocals
Andrew Wells
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bo Staloch
Composer
Sam Harris
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Wells
Producer
Ryan Del Vecchio
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
All my life
Don't think I've ever seen a dress that tight
Come around with those emerald eyes, hiding out in the bathroom
Well, Jesus Christ
I try to act all casual
Hell-bound in a crowded room, running 'round tryna find you
Stressing me out
How much longer can we
Keep things under the table
Or bottled up, ripping off the label?
Well, God, I just wanna take you home
How much longer can we wait?
Baby, leave that dress out on the sidewalk
Running naked down the street ain't no shame walk
God, I just wanna take you home
Hide your grin (Your grin)
Anytime we're eating out with all your friends
We footsie like it's seventh grade, baby, drive me wild, woo (Woo)
Stressing me out
How much longer can we
Keep things under the table
Or bottled up, ripping off the label?
God, I just wanna take you home
How much longer can we wait?
Baby, leave that dress out on the sidewalk
Running naked down the street ain't no shame walk
God, I just wanna take you home
You make me wanna scream it out loud
Want you right here, right now
But love takes time and patience
For you, I'll wait it out
You make me wanna scream it out loud
I want you right here, right now
But love takes time and patience
For you, I'll wait it out
Written by: Bo Staloch, Sam Harris