Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Cyrus
Noah Cyrus
Songwriter
Timothy Mckenzie
Timothy Mckenzie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gabe Yaron
Gabe Yaron
Producer
Griff Clawson
Griff Clawson
Producer

Lyrics

You looking like you want a taste But boy it's getting kinda late No you don't gotta hesitate, do whatever it takes I just want you to make, make, make me Why'd you even take me upstairs If you're not gonna put your hands all on me? How could you be so unaware Two a.m., why are we still talking? Killing the time Killing my vibe Why do you think that I came here tonight? You looking like you want a taste, taste But boy it's getting kinda late, late No you don't gotta hesitate, do whatever it takes I just want you to make, make, make me Come back for more Walk through your door You ask if I'm okay, I say I'm great, ok But can we cut to the chase? Let's skip saying grace I could take your hand, teach you to dance, I'll be the man Killing the time Killing my vibe Why do you think that I came here tonight? You looking like you want a taste, taste But boy it's getting kinda late, late No you don't gotta hesitate, do whatever it takes I just want you to make, make, make me Put your hands right here And put your lips right there Yeah you could pull my hair I wanna make you on the Kitchen counter Take it to the shower I'll give you the power You looking like you want a taste, taste But boy it's getting kinda late, late No you don't gotta hesitate, do whatever it takes I just want you to make, make, make me
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