give me some time Lyrics

I wanna do more than the dirty and give us an intimate purpose

I wanna do more than get down on my knees but your love language is acts of service

It's making me nervous, but I work up the courage

I would never stick around for the games, but I do like the circus

Ready or not, here you come, and it lasted a minute

Now we're both kind of bored, and you're happy you scored, but I didn't finish

Why we reminisce on your past, when you know it's none of my business

You say that you want something holy, but look I ain't made in the image

You wave a red flag, but I like that, it's my favorite color

But let me back track, think I want some respect back, and I'm sorry you suffer

You're too sprung, and I'm too young to be somebody's mother

Got a loud mouth, going down south, I'll imagine another

You hit every spot, you check every box, it's only enough for the moment

You open up doors and you want to explore but I'm hoping you close it

I was open to you and and ignored all the flaws and saw you at your lowest

Now it's you on your knees, and you're begging me please like an act of atonement

Give me a reason to stick around

Give me some time if you would allow

We're in this deep, I'm afraid we'll drown

Give me some time if you would allow

Navigating through your mind is feeling like motion sickness

You wanna keep me here around, as if I'm your only witness

I'm starting to think I was easy for granting you my forgiveness

But you're good with your words, and putting you first is my only weakness

I wish I was better with boundaries, but I was raised to ignore them

Post on the gram, and then sell 'em a gram, hoping I didn't bore him

Now I'm here at the party, and cleaning up after somebody who poured it

They told me to watch out, but I'm crossed now, putting on a performance

He's got a new girlfriend, with a white Benz, and it's all superficial

Playing pretend, how you meet ends, just to make it official

She's a cheerleader, but I'm not that, so I'm blowing the whistle

Got both feet in two different worlds, and I'm stuck in the middle

But I'm comfortable, and comfortable is a good feeling to be

And the world's putting this pressure, how could we ever be free?

I'm a locked box, and waiting for someone to come with the key

And the world's putting this pressure, how could we ever be free?

Give me a reason to stick around

Give me some time if you would allow

We're in this deep, I'm afraid we'll drown

Give me some time if you would allow