Parking Lot

Don't know where to go
My man's in the bed, I'm cold
I'm calling you on your phone, three, four times in a row
And I ain't gone quit until I finally get you to pick up the line
And you'll wanna know what I want, yeah
It's eleven o'clock right on the dot
I had a feeling I had to see my shawty
To see my
But it's gotta be with the quickness
Gotta get back to my man before he miss this
Are you with this? I'm telling you