Watsky - Waking Hour lyrics

Chorus (Mariami) In the waking hour I see your face In the waking hour I feel your (oh) In the waking hour feel my body race In the waking hour Baby I see that the game is unspoken so if you play with me I don't need nothing broken I've got patience you see And I don't mean to preach that's it's a man's world baby But a woman will teach you to believe Verse 1 You're in the bed in that pretty little thong With a ribbon on it, when I said to pick a song You had a feeling for some healing with that marvin gaye Begins with "let's," ends with "get it on" I get it. you're ready to f** And it's time for me to let it erupt But. I got a confession to make When I get nervous I can never get it up I gotta get it together, I better meditate I want to set it straight I gotta separate the pa**ion I had From the fear that came Alone i get a bo*er when I hear your name But when I'm near the game, I veer to shame Clearly, my dear it appears the same Severely lame! My genitals' flustered Make a last stand like general custer! I'd take a cluster f** or a just some animal lust I know you're looking for a man who can thrust (trust) i was in the sack with a faster women than danica patrick When i had a panic attack I can never fake it, I make another mistake And I'm aching and so I pray to the have the pastor take An erection collection and pa** the plate But no one donated, so I had to masturbate I know the girls want it I'm close, and if it grows i can put a condom on it Her moan is onomatopoetic, I groan. because my bone is gone as soon as get it Got a risky trick, for frisky chicks Have a drink, then blame it on whiskey dick Wait a couple hours, I'll be horny good And can wake up with a little bit of morningwood Chorus (Mariami) Verse 2 I know that many men are waiting To be penetrating You think i'm panting But i'm hyperventilating I would get to mating but i'm so damn nervous I called my dick, but i can't get service The worst is i'm a pervert- I want you I'd make harness from your tan bra**iere Last night i had a fantasy We're banging hanging from the ceiling like a chandelier Slip into your chimney singing "santa's here!" But it's a grand veneer Damn, it's enough to bring a man to tears With a hand on my gear But a strand full of blanks in my bandoleer There are times when I wish it away There are nights when I wish i was gay It'd be quicker- i go to theater school sh** i figure I could stick it to pick of the litter Man i'm sick of it Want to stick a dick in it, lick a tit Get some cliterature, for the illiterate! Hit it in the middle of the night In the waking hour When I take a shower, we can strip Luckily i studied up on being cuddle buddy Would rather have s**er who fronts? f**ing you once, making ugly grunts? I'll be casanova (in a couple of months) I'm making you mine Maybe later for the sake of taking our time Tonight we can lie naked If you don't mind waiting Give it like five dates and i'll have your thighs shaking I get her in bed and then we're attending a seminar on a bit of s** ed I hope this song proves How fast my tongue moves Cause it's true I give the best head Bridge (Mariami) Chorus (Mariami)