More songs by Johnny Venus
Description
Associated Performer: Johnny Venus
Keyboards: Brandon Black
Composer, Lyricist: Olu Fann
Composer, Lyricist: Christopher Gibbs
Producer: Natra Average
Mixing Engineer: E.Dan
Lyrics and translation
Original
Is romance dead like old boys said? And all we got left is texts on read.
Do hearts still speak when tongues get scared? Slow dance and then take a shelter to hell.
Can lovers be best friends when we get undressed here?
Can I trust you with my soul, babe? Are they still making love songs?
Are they still making love songs? Ooh. Don't let go.
Don't let go. Don't let go. Don't let go.
At twelve AM, the night is young.
Oh, don't let go. Don't let go. Don't let go. Don't let go.
Hold on tight and let me love you slow.
Yeah, baby.
Speak your mind and tell me all the lies you hold inside. I won't run, babe. Said
I,
I'll stay right here.
I won't run. I won't move.
We was just kicking it on some Darius and Nina shit.
And how you pissed off that feelings wasn't involved. How you blocking my calls. How you giving me pause.
How you offer up your body, but your soul you keep locked behind walls.
I know it's treasures in your temple you ain't ready to share.
The way they robbed your altar like you weren't even there.
I ain't saying I'm the answer to your prayers, just the one who prayed for you when nobody else cared. Don't let go.
Don't let go. Don't let go. Don't let go.
At twelve AM, the night is young.
Oh, don't let go.
Don't let go. Don't let go. Don't let go.
Hold on tight and let me love you slow.
I wrap my arms around your waist and embrace your hips.
I wipe your liner if it's running from your bottom lip.
And fuck whoever step outside the lines threatening mine. I punch a ticket to your maker, it's a one-way trip.
'Cause baby, motherfuck the glamour, motherfuck the glitz.
For you, I'd trade it all if a nigga had to pick. White picket fence and a fairytale, is it real?
Or we could write our own ending if it don't exist. Don't let go. Don't let go. Don't let go.
Don't let go.
At twelve AM, the night is young. Oh, don't let go.
Don't let go. Don't let go. Don't let go.
Hold on tight and let me love you slow. Yeah, baby.
Speak your mind and tell me all the lies you hold inside. I won't run, babe. Said
I,
I'll stay right here.
I won't run.
I won't move.
English translation
Is romance dead like old boys said? And all we got left is texts on read.
Do hearts still speak when tongues get scared? Slow dance and then take a shelter to hell.
Can lovers be best friends when we get undressed here?
Can I trust you with my soul, babe? Are they still making love songs?
Are they still making love songs? Ooh. Don't let go.
Don't let go. Don't let go. Don't let go.
At twelve AM, the night is young.
Oh, don't let go. Don't let go. Don't let go. Don't let go.
Hold on tight and let me love you slow.
Yeah, baby.
Speak your mind and tell me all the lies you hold inside. I won't run, babe. Said
I,
I'll stay right here.
I won't run. I won't move.
We was just kicking it on some Darius and Nina shit.
And how you pissed off that feelings wasn't involved. How you blocking my calls. How you giving me pause.
How you offer up your body, but your soul you keep locked behind walls.
I know it's treasures in your temple you ain't ready to share.
The way they robbed your altar like you weren't even there.
I ain't saying I'm the answer to your prayers, just the one who prayed for you when nobody else cared. Don't let go.
Don't let go. Don't let go. Don't let go.
At twelve AM, the night is young.
Oh, don't let go.
Don't let go. Don't let go. Don't let go.
Hold on tight and let me love you slow.
I wrap my arms around your waist and embrace your hips.
I wipe your liner if it's running from your bottom lip.
And fuck whoever step outside the lines threatening mine. I punch a ticket to your maker, it's a one-way trip.
'Cause baby, motherfuck the glamour, motherfuck the glitz.
For you, I'd trade it all if a nigga had to pick. White picket fence and a fairytale, is it real?
Or we could write our own ending if it don't exist. Don't let go. Don't let go. Don't let go.
Don't let go.
At twelve AM, the night is young. Oh, don't let go.
Don't let go. Don't let go. Don't let go.
Hold on tight and let me love you slow. Yeah, baby.
Speak your mind and tell me all the lies you hold inside. I won't run, babe. Said
I,
I'll stay right here.
I won't run.
I won't move.