Hold
You must get tired
Always running through my brain
Got me hooked on you
And I can't break up the chains
Think I'm good and there you go
Blowing up my phone
I can't help but hitting you back
But you're off the map
Gotta make a move, what to do with you?
Sorry, if you think that it's cold
But I have to put you on hold
Put you on, put you on hold
Put you on hold
Put you on, put you on
Sorry if you think that it's cold
I have to put you on
Please hold
I know you like to play it right
'Cause you don't hit me up when it's daylight
When my phone blow up in the moonlight
You can hold there, I ain't in the mood right now
Making moves
Are you thinking you are smooth right now?
What you tryna do right now?
Oh, you getting rude right now
I'm telling you, back down
Gotta make a move, what to do with you?
Sorry, if you think that it's cold
But I have to put you on hold
Put you on, put you on hold
Put you on hold
Put you on, put you on
Sorry if you think that it's cold
I have to put you on
Hold, hold, hold (Yeah, yeah)
Hold, hold, hold (Sorry if you think that it's wrong)
But I have to put you on hold
Put you on, put you on hold
Put you on hold
Put you on, put you on
Sorry if you think that it's cruel
I have to put you on
Writer/s: Aitana Ocana Morales
