Wait a Minute! Willow Smith Wait a minute I think I left my conscience on your front doorstep Woah-oh, woah-oh Wait a minute I think I left my consciousness in the sixth dimension But I'm here right now, right now Just sitting in a cloud, oh wow I'm here right now, right now with you, oh wow, oh wow I don't even care I'll run my hands through your hair You wanna run your fingers through mine But my dreads too thick and that's alright Hold on, wait a minute Feel my heart's intention, love Hold on, wait a minute I left my consciousness in the sixth dimension Left my soul in his vision Let's go get it, oh, oh Let's go get it, oh, oh Some tings don't work Some tings are bound to be Some tings, they hurt And they tear apart me You left your diary at my house And I read those pages Do you really love me, baby? Some tings don't work Some tings are bound to be Some tings, they hurt And they tear apart me But I broke my word, and you were bound to see And I cried at the curb W