Mochabeez - Mixed Emotions (Hold On, Hold on, Take Your Time) Lyrics

Hold on, Hold on, Hold on, Hold on, Hold on
Take your time, Take your time, Take your time
Hold on, Hold on, Hold on, Hold on, Hold on
Take your time, Take your time, Take your time
Questions back to back like quick sand
Where you at, Where you been
The pain and the distance, baby I can't do it
Who you with, What friend
Mixed emotions
Waste of time I don't need that
Trust within, you gotta build that
Potential in you, yeah I see that
Good vibes only, I guarantee that
Rollin' up trees, where the weed at
Forever trippin' on where I be at
Baby calm down , and let me see that
Your one and only, I can be it
In my dm, let me add you
If you like this better, let me slide through
When you call me, I'm sliding out
One night only, no hiding out
Smiles all night we vibin' out
Catch this wave, lets ride it out
Together forever, let's find it out
Relationship goals, number one plaque
Is fussing and arguing
That's too funny, man
I can't believe that
Create a space and then I sit back
Angry or sad, I had your back
Baby be quiet, just sit back
Batman and Robin
I want that back I ain't no side chick So don't try me
Location off, now you can't find me
Emotions off, no you can't have me
Not to snap or chat on IG
No signal, phone, nor addy
Through my 20/20 views
Frankie Lymon, was a fool
He needed one or two
But, I'd settle just for you
To bad, I ain't in ya view
P.S. the girl you never knew
Hold on, Hold on, Hold on, Hold on, Hold on, Hold on
Take your time, Take your time, Take your time
It started out sweet, pretty little petite
Way back in her teens, she was real fresh meat
She ain't know what to do, with all them boys at her feet
Queen of playing hard to get they all sneaked and geeked
She was on her p's and q's, never missed a beat
Until she hit a soft spot boy of her teenage dream
He flew high no matter the weather
And his pockets stayed cheddered
She was with him, cause she loved em
No matter the set-up
Through all the lies, I was there through whatever
Even when his hoes became his most popular get up
Sorry baby boy, no more Yvette
I picked my head up, getting my bread up
Spreading cheese, cutting that check up
They said, another man's trash is another man's treasure
I was in it for the love, you was in it for pleasure
Using that I love you shit, just to get me to spread em
Get back
Get back
Ten feet no pressure
Hold on, Hold on, Hold on, Hold on, Hold on, Hold on
Take your time, Take your time, Take your time
Now let me show you why you'll never forget her
Nothing less, but always more than a real go getter
A hitter
You made this beast ain't no way you can sweat her
I'm up higher than the most possible measures
No pressure
No pressure
Hold on, Hold on, Hold on, Hold on, Hold on, Hold on
Take your time, Take your time, Take your time
Hold on, Hold on, Hold on, Hold on, Hold on, Hold on
Take your time, Take your time, Take your time