Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tanner Adell
Vocals
Nir Z
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tanner Adell
Songwriter
Will Weatherly
Songwriter
Allison Veltz
Songwriter
Michael Whitworth
Songwriter
Michael Lotten
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Will Weatherly
Producer
Jim Cooley
Mixing Engineer
Michael Lotten
Recording Engineer
Nir Z
Recording Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Wasn't picture-perfect
It was just a Tuesday
Wasn't nothing special
Just the same old, same
No love songs on the radio playin'
You were just drivin' and holdin' my hand
No big plans, just you next to me
No sunset, no roses
But I started feelin' things
At the third red light on La Cienega
You stole my heart right off of my lips
Think it just hit me when I started kissin' ya
I kinda, might, sorta, like love you a little bit
Hands on me in your old T-shirt
In your two-door Ford, thinkin' those three words
Light turned green, then it started sinkin' in
I kinda, might, sorta, like, love you a little bit
Caught up in the moment
Went by so fast
Kinda scared to say it
What if you don't say it back?
Either way, I felt it
Can't un-feel that
Ain't gonna lie
It's a real-weird time for stars to align
Last place I would think
I was start to fall, I guess I'll call it
Low-key meant to be
At the third red light on La Cienega
You stole my heart right off of my lips
Think it just hit me when I started kissin' ya
I kinda, might, sorta, like love you a little bit
Hands on me in your old T-shirt
In your two-door Ford, thinkin' those three words
Light turned green, then it started sinkin' in
I kinda, might, sorta, like, love you a little bit
I know I told you that I thought we should just be friends
But I don't think I can, not when I feel like this
Tried to fight it, but baby, the truth is
I kinda, might, sorta, like, love you a little bit
At the third red light on La Cienega
You stole my heart right off of my lips
Think it just hit me when I started kissin' ya
I kinda, might, sorta, like love you a little bit
Hands on me in your old T-shirt
In your two-door Ford, thinkin' those three words
Light turned green, then it started sinkin' in
I kinda, might, sorta, like, love you a little bit
Yeah-eh, oh, yeah
Love you a little bit
Kinda, might, sorta, like, love you a little bit
Writer(s): Michael Lotten, Michael David Whitworth, William Bradford Jr. Weatherly, Tanner Adell Anderson, Allison Veltz-cruz
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