You must get tired
Always to my brain
Got me hooked on you
And I can't break up the chains
Think I'm good, and there you go
Blowing up my phone
I can't help but hitting you back
But you off them up

Gotta make a move, what to do with you?
Sorry, if you think that it's wrong

But I have to put you on hold
Put you on, put you on hold
Put you on hold
Put you on, put you on
Sorry if you think that it's cruel
I have to put you on

Please hold
I know you like to play, right
'Cause you don't hit me up when it's daylight
When my phone blow up in the moonlight
You can hold I'm in the mood right now

Making moves
Are you thinking you are smooth right now?
What you tryna do right now?
Oh, you getting rude right now
I'm telling you, back down

Gotta make a move, what to do with you?
Sorry, if you think that it's wrong

But I have to put you on hold
Put you on, put you on hold
Put you on hold
Put you on, put you on
Sorry if you think that it's cruel
I have to put you on

Hold, hold, hold
(Yeah, yeah)
Hold, hold, hold
(Sorry if you think that it's wrong)

But I have to put you on hold
Put you on, put you on hold
Put you on hold
Put you on, put you on
Sorry if you think that it's cruel
I have to put you on

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