歌手:Aitana
专辑:《Spoiler》

作词 : Aitana Ocaña/Rob Russell/Kozze/Sam Hanson
作曲 : Aitana Ocaña/Rob Russell/Kozze/Sam Hanson
You must get tired
Always runnin' to 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 mat
Gotta make a move, what to do with you?
Sorry, if you think that it's gone
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
"Please hold"
I know you like to play right
'Cause you don't hit me up when it's daylight
But my phone blow up in the moonlight
You can hold your eye in the morn right now
Making moves
Are you thinking you are smooth right now?
What you tryna do right now?
How 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 gone
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
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