Chris Patrick Run It Back Lyrics

[Chorus: Mack Keane]
Run that shit back like a relay
Run that shit back like a DJ
Run that shit back like bills
Got my heart racing on the freeway for you (It's you)

[Verse 1: Chris Patrick]
Run that shit back like reversing
Back slide, coming down swerving
Ass kinda thick through the FaceTime
Tryna see that ass in person, ayy
New sent attachment
Long as you cool with the blooming attraction
Talking to you while you going through the mattress
Hearts just in tune while the movements erratic
I usually don't hit you with the replay
Sliding down the freeway
Only link you on your free days
I been busy these days
But you got me in a good space
I wasn't in a good place
Good to hit you when I get anxious
And you so patient, I'ma send that text
'Cause you know we gon'

[Chorus: Chris Patrick, Chris Patrick & Mack Keane, Mack Keane]
Run it back like a relay (Back)
Run that shit back like a DJ
Run that shit back like bills (Like bills)
Got my heart racing on the freeway for you (For you), for you (For you), for you (For you), for you

[Verse 2: Chris Patrick]
Locked in, send location, I'll drive to you
I'll wait the sex to come through and find you Night time slide, up late when I ride through
Duck off to places where no one can find you
Hand on your waist, [?] by your thigh
You picked the place, I set the vibe
Treat you like one of them ones 'cause you mine
Free up my schedule to come to your side
She said, "Okay, hit me when you on your way"
I ain't seen you in 'bout four days
Lot of tension, run the foreplay
Girl, you got me in a good space
I wasn't in a good place
Always hit you when you get anxious
And you so patient
I'ma send that text and you know we gon'

[Chorus: Chris Patrick, Chris Patrick & Mack Keane, Mack Keane]
Run it back like a relay
Run that shit back like a DJ
Run that shit back like bills (Like bills)
Got my heart racing on the freeway for you
For you, for you, for you, yeah

[Outro: Mack Keane & Chris Patrick]
Oh, you give me that feeling, give me that feeling
Falling, you know love got it's limits
I think that I want all of you
Run that shit back like a DJ, run that shit back like bills
Run that shit back, run shit (Run that shit)
Ayy, run that shit back like a DJ, run that shit back like bills
Run that shit back
Run that shit back