Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Harris Breslow
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jack Harris Breslow
Producer
Lyrics
Send... wait, fuck
Send... wait, fuck
Send... wait, fuck
Wait, what did I do?
Last night I sent you something personal
Something that makes me crawl inside
Maybe I sent it too quick
Or it's my mind playing tricks
All I wanna do now is hide
Staring back at my phone
Can't seem to leave it alone
You got my blood boilin' in places I have never felt before
Every time I click-click-click-click-click-click
Better make sure it's not my-
Don't answer me, it's embarrassing
Forget what you saw, I'll see ya next spring
It was just a mistaken message
Wasn't meant for you
I'm trying so hard to breathe
Can't keep myself away from you
Ooh
I wanna take it back
I wanna take it b-back
I wanna take it back
I wanna take it back bad
I wanna take it back
I wanna take it b-back
I wanna take it back
I wanna take it back bad
I was oh, so intimate
Needed to scratch that itch
But baby this ain't it
Now I gotta watch what I say
Or you'll send this around all day
My butt is my property (not yours!)
So baby, please pack up and leave
One slip of my thumb and I'm doing alright
But two, maybe three times, I'm crying tonight
Now it's time to roll a joint, gimme a light
Sit back, relax, this ass outta sight
It was just a mistaken message
Wasn't meant for you
I'm trying so hard to breathe
Can't keep myself away from you
Ooh
I wanna take it back
I wanna take it b-back
I wanna take it back
I wanna take it back bad
I wanna take it back
I wanna take it b-back
I wanna take it back
I wanna take it back bad
Writer(s): Jack Breslow
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