(Ooh oh)
(Mmh)
(Hey, yeah)

On all night
Quarter five
I be insane if I let you hit
I need you
Should be here
For my regretful morning

Up late, again
Head on my chest, hand on my ass
Up late, again
Back it up on you, breathing fast
Oh, up late again, yeah
Tell me how is it when I back it up there
It up there (mmh)

Make your way to North Hollywood
Target lingerie
Kissing your lips dipped in
Backwood tips
I been crushing on you
We can fake watch the news
If you like it

Up late, again
Head on my chest, hand on my ass
Up late, again
Back it up on you, breathing fast
Up late, again
Tell me how is it when I back it up there
It up there

How you gone act?
Ooh you fucking snack
Fifth floor give your ass a duplicate fob, yeah
Fifth floor devour that body like corn on a cob, yeah
Fifth floor neighbors must be questioning my job, yeah
I see that you torn, I see you adorn me

You know what I want
I see that your torn
I see you adorn me
I see you adorn (I see)
Oh adorn

Up late again
Head on my chest, hand on my ass
Up late again
(Back) back it up on you, breathing fast
Oh, up late
How is it when I back it, back it there?

Fifth floor give your ass a duplicate fob, yeah
Fifth floor devour that body like corn on a cob, yeah
Fifth floor neighbors must be questioning my job, yeah
Five am could you stay a little longer?

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Writer(s): Courtney Shanade Salter, Justin Bryant, Kojo Asamoah, Micah Davis, Nicholas Quinn Venezia, Oliver Jonas Bergqvist