Lyrics

I know your go to food and your fancy zip code That you got two brothers and you're in the middle I know what made you smile as a child And that you never eat your pickles But wish the deeper things were just as simple Cause you go quiet Or make dumb jokes In the hot seat you can't help but go so cold But I insist Let me in If you gon' be with me Move out from the city Still love me in your sixties When looks won't keep us busy no more You gotta drop the pretty Hit me with the nitty gritty And I wont love you any less Come get it off your chest Just hit me with the Nitty Gritty Nitty Gritty Nitty Gritty Nitty Gritty There's no red flag Imma find too scary There'll be no baggage I won't help you carry I'll be you designated driver Yeah I'll take you home if you just let me Cause if we split the weight it's not as heavy Don't go quiet No more jokes There's no hot seat I just want to get to know you I insist Let me in If you gon' be with me Move out from the city Still love me in your sixties When looks won't keep us busy no more You gotta drop the pretty Hit me with the nitty gritty And I wont love you any less Come get it off your chest Just hit me with the Nitty Gritty Nitty Gritty Nitty Gritty Nitty Gritty Hit me with the traumas, how you're scared of being lonely Hit me with the bad parts from your childhood then come hold me Tell me bout you crises, no more secrets no surprises Anymore If you walk through this door You gon' be with me Move out from the city Still love me in your sixties When looks won't keep us busy no more Boy I know your pretty But hit me with the nitty gritty And I wont love you any less Come get it off your chest And hit me with the Nitty Gritty Nitty Gritty Nitty Gritty Nitty Gritty Nitty Gritty Nitty Gritty Nitty Gritty Nitty Gritty
Writer(s): Gustav Landell, Lova Sonnerbo, Joel Gunnarsson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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