PLUTO VELVET — I’M NOT RUNNING LATE

House of Rowan

Hyperpop, Jersey Club, Glitch-Rap

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V5.5

[Intro — phone speaker / keys jingling]

“Where are you?”

Coming.

“You said that twenty minutes ago.”

Yeah, and I've been coming
the entire time.

…

Don't do that.

[Beat slams in]

[Hook]

I'M NOT RUNNING LATE

I'm just not there yet

Five minutes away
with my hair still wet

I'M NOT RUNNING LATE

Baby, clocks exaggerate

If you see me leave my house—

mind your business,
I'm on my way.

On my way
on my way
on my—

WAIT.

Where's my other shoe?

[Verse 1]

Phone four percent
Uber said nope

Lip gloss, car keys
one hoop—

Oh.

Other hoop in my hand.

Cool.

Cute.

Love that for the brand.

Friend text:

“BITCH.”

I type:

“parking.”

Delete.

Type:

“traffic.”

Delete.

I'm standing in a towel
in my kitchen eating grapes.

Okay.

That one's harder to explain.

[Pre-Hook]

One forty BPM
and I haven't left the room

Perfume in the air
like a chemical excuse

Left heel
right heel
no—

wrong dress.

Everybody breathe.

Not me.

Everybody else.

[Hook]

I'M NOT RUNNING LATE

I'm just not there yet

Five minutes away
with my hair still wet

I'M NOT RUNNING LATE

Baby, clocks exaggerate

If you see me leave my house—

mind your business,
I'm on my way.

[Post-Hook — chopped]

On-my-on-my-on-my-way

Way-way-way—

“LOCATION?”

Absolutely not.

[Verse 2]

New Uber.

Seven minutes.

Perfect.

Seven minutes is basically
an entire fiscal quarter.

I can do eyeliner.

Find my charger.

Change my shirt.

Have a small identity crisis.

Check his page—

No.

We don't have time
to ruin our own evening.

Growth.

Screenshot it.

Send to group chat.

Growth postponed.

Doorbell.

Oh shit.

He's here.

[Beat cuts]

I'm not ready.

…

I'm not ready.

[Breakdown — suddenly dry]

Friend calls.

“Girl.”

What?

“Are you okay?”

Yeah.

…

No.

I don't know.

Everything started happening
at the same time

and then I got embarrassed
that everything was happening
at the same time

so I kept telling you
I was almost there.

Silence.

Then she goes—

“Okay.”

…

“Take twenty minutes.”

That's it?

“That's it.”

Oh.

[Small pause]

Well now I feel dramatic.

“You ARE dramatic.”

Okay, fuck you.

“I love you. Hurry up.”

Love you too.

[Beat rebuilds — harder]

[Verse 3]

Now—

charger plugged
lashes fixed

Found both shoes
and changed my fit

Water.

Breathe.

Cancel Uber.

Book again.

Driver named Mohammed
five-star Benz.

Okay Mohammed.

Tonight
we both got somewhere to be.

Mirror check.

Still cute.

Obviously.

Phone buzz.

“Take your time.”

I smile.

Type:

“leaving now.”

And look—

for once,

I'm actually
leaving now.

[Final Hook]

I'M RUNNING LATE!

There.

Happy?

Twenty minutes late
and I'm fabulous, actually

I'M RUNNING LATE!

Tell the DJ let it wait

Spent an hour saving face

Could've saved an hour
saying—

“Give me twenty,
I'm overwhelmed.”

…

Ew.

Too healthy.

Hit the bass.

[FINAL DROP]

LATE LATE LATE LATE

STILL LOOK GREAT

LATE LATE LATE LATE

STILL LOOK GREAT

ON MY WAY
ON MY WAY

Actually—

[car door shuts]

I'm here.

[Outro — phone]

“Where?”

Outside.

“For real?”

…

Bitch, look out the window.

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[Intro — phone speaker / keys jingling] “Where are you?” Coming. “You said that twenty minutes ago.” Yeah, and I've been coming the entire time. … Don't do that. [Beat slams in] [Hook] I'M NOT RUNNING LATE I'm just not there yet Five minutes away with my hair still wet I'M NOT RUNNING LATE Baby, clocks exaggerate If you see me leave my house— mind your business, I'm on my way. On my way on my way on my— WAIT. Where's my other shoe? [Verse 1] Phone four percent Uber said nope Lip gloss, car keys one hoop— Oh. Other hoop in my hand. Cool. Cute. Love that for the brand. Friend text: “BITCH.” I type: “parking.” Delete. Type: “traffic.” Delete. I'm standing in a towel in my kitchen eating grapes. Okay. That one's harder to explain. [Pre-Hook] One forty BPM and I haven't left the room Perfume in the air like a chemical excuse Left heel right heel no— wrong dress. Everybody breathe. Not me. Everybody else. [Hook] I'M NOT RUNNING LATE I'm just not there yet Five minutes away with my hair still wet I'M NOT RUNNING LATE Baby, clocks exaggerate If you see me leave my house— mind your business, I'm on my way. [Post-Hook — chopped] On-my-on-my-on-my-way Way-way-way— “LOCATION?” Absolutely not. [Verse 2] New Uber. Seven minutes. Perfect. Seven minutes is basically an entire fiscal quarter. I can do eyeliner. Find my charger. Change my shirt. Have a small identity crisis. Check his page— No. We don't have time to ruin our own evening. Growth. Screenshot it. Send to group chat. Growth postponed. Doorbell. Oh shit. He's here. [Beat cuts] I'm not ready. … I'm not ready. [Breakdown — suddenly dry] Friend calls. “Girl.” What? “Are you okay?” Yeah. … No. I don't know. Everything started happening at the same time and then I got embarrassed that everything was happening at the same time so I kept telling you I was almost there. Silence. Then she goes— “Okay.” … “Take twenty minutes.” That's it? “That's it.” Oh. [Small pause] Well now I feel dramatic. “You ARE dramatic.” Okay, fuck you. “I love you. Hurry up.” Love you too. [Beat rebuilds — harder] [Verse 3] Now— charger plugged lashes fixed Found both shoes and changed my fit Water. Breathe. Cancel Uber. Book again. Driver named Mohammed five-star Benz. Okay Mohammed. Tonight we both got somewhere to be. Mirror check. Still cute. Obviously. Phone buzz. “Take your time.” I smile. Type: “leaving now.” And look— for once, I'm actually leaving now. [Final Hook] I'M RUNNING LATE! There. Happy? Twenty minutes late and I'm fabulous, actually I'M RUNNING LATE! Tell the DJ let it wait Spent an hour saving face Could've saved an hour saying— “Give me twenty, I'm overwhelmed.” … Ew. Too healthy. Hit the bass. [FINAL DROP] LATE LATE LATE LATE STILL LOOK GREAT LATE LATE LATE LATE STILL LOOK GREAT ON MY WAY ON MY WAY Actually— [car door shuts] I'm here. [Outro — phone] “Where?” Outside. “For real?” … Bitch, look out the window.

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