Now, I can't stop checking my phone. Cause maybe you called, maybe you called.
I play cool but, everyone knows, I'm falling falling, falling falling.
My friends are gonna cloud me, they're gonna tell everyone I'm whipped,
whipped, whipped, I'm whipped whipped whipped.
But I don't even care cause, you make feel like I'm the shit shit shit, shit shit shit.
So here's another love song, woahhh. Here's another love song, woahhh.
Here's another love song, but this one, this one's about you. So here's
another love song, woahhh. Here's another love song, woahhh. Here's another
love song, but this one, this one's about you.
I know I'm moving to fast. But I can't help myself, for tryin to tell myself to
My baby. I wrote this for you. Yeahhhhh. So maybe, you'd be driving in the
car, turn on the radio, then hearing my voice come through like blahhhhh.
(Refrão)