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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
October London
October London
Vocals
COLORS
COLORS
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jared Erskine
Jared Erskine
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeff "Gitty" Gitelman
Jeff "Gitty" Gitelman
Producer

Lyrics

My baby making grits on the stove
Wait till daddy gets home
House is empty we're all alone
kids are at school
I'ma tell you what I do
I bet that you ain't got a clue
I've been working third shift
Thinking about the grip
that I'm about to put on you
I'm a lucky, lucky man
and my boss understands
I'm clocking out early
for you ma'am
Ohh baby you don't understand
Ain't no nine to five
gonna keep me away from you
Your love (Wooooo hooooo)
Your love is mighty good, baby
And I can't wait
Oh, I can't wait
to get back Home to you (you babe)
You'Ve been Waiting all night
to see those headlights
coming up the driveway
Ooh, I hope you got a lot of rest
cause I'm about to test your stamina my way
I see you whipping up the eggs
oooh Those legs standing on your tippy toes
Add the bacon on the side
Ooh, that's right
It's like my own private cooking show (Ohhhhh ohhh)
Baby, you don't understand
Ain't no nine to five
gonna keep me away from you
Your love Your love is mighty good, baby
And I can't wait
Oh, I can't wait
to get back Home to you (you baby)
Written by: Jared Erskine
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