Hold

Aitana

You must get tired
Always running through my brain
Got me hooked on you
And I can't break out 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, right?
'Cause you don't hit me up when it's daylight
But my phone blow up in the moonlight
You could hold though, I ain't in the mood right now

Making moves
Are you thinking you are smooth right now?
What you trying to do right now?
How you getting rude right now
I'm telling you, pipe 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 cold
I have to put you on

Written by: Aitana Ocaña / Kozze / Rob Russel / Sam Hanson
Sent by João. Revised by 2 people.
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