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A Flex
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Electronic
A Flex wurde am 3. Dezember 2025 von Merge Records als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtA Flex - Single
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Veröffentlichungsdatum3. Dezember 2025
LabelMerge Records
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM75

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dawn Richard
Dawn Richard
Vocals
Brandon Cordoba
Brandon Cordoba
Keyboards
Marlon Spears
Marlon Spears
Bass
Greg Paul
Greg Paul
Drums
David Otis
David Otis
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dawn Richard
Dawn Richard
Songwriter
Brandon Cordoba
Brandon Cordoba
Composer
Jonah Levine
Jonah Levine
Composer
Marlon Spears
Marlon Spears
Composer
Greg Paul
Greg Paul
Composer
David Otis
David Otis
Composer
Ahmad Dubois-Dawson
Ahmad Dubois-Dawson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Komlos
Alex Komlos
Engineer
Eric Heigle
Eric Heigle
Mixing Engineer
Roye Robley
Roye Robley
Mastering Engineer

Songtexte

He say he wan' get with me 'cause I'm freaky
I pour the liquor up, I'm feeling litty-litty
He a southern boy with the bank rolly
That mean he got the time to spend it on a baddie (yeah)
He got me twisted like a roll-up (like a roll-up)
He the type to keep it going, I'm like, "Hold up" (I'm like, "Hold up")
His eyes looking at me, ooh, I'm a show-off (I'm a show-off)
He keep it cocky 'cause he know I'm 'bout to take off (whoo, take off, take off, yeah)
Baby, don't leave (don't leave)
Baby, don't leave (yeah)
I call him when I show up (when I show up)
I'm naked from my head to the floor
He packing real big, that's a boa (that's a boa)
Let me take a ride on it, paratrooper (that's a, woah, yeah)
I'm a very freaky girl
I keep it in the pocket when I twirl (when I twirl)
Move it all around, tilt-a-whirl (tilt-a-whirl)
You ain't gonna wanna leave my world
Baby, don't leave (don't leave)
Baby, don't leave
Yeah, I'm bending like I'm from the Cirque du Soleil (du Soleil)
He beat it up like his name Cassius Clay (yeah)
He know he want this, ugh, strangé
He hoping I'ma fall, Pompeii (Pompeii)
I'm serving a platter of me, he better eat the whole plate (the whole)
This isn't amuse-bouche, this is the entrée (yeah, yeah)
I'm looking to pass out before dessert ate (yeah)
I should be in your mouth, just call me Colgate (whoo)
Baby, don't leave (don't leave)
Baby, don't leave (don't leave)
Mm-mm
Yeah, I say, I'm looking for mo-, I say, I'm looking for mo-, motives, yeah
(Babe, please don't leave)
Yeah, I say, I'm looking for mo-, I say, I'm looking for mo-, looking motives, yeah
Yeah, I say, I'm looking for mo-, I say, I'm looking for mo-, motives, yeah
(You walk in and the room forgets its purpose)
Yeah, I say, I'm looking for mo-, I'm looking for mo-, motives, yeah
(My breath rewrites its rhythm to match your pace)
You don't touch me, but every gesture moves something I didn't know could ache
You're not a reason, you're a trigger
Not a muse but the fuse
The cause, the call, the chemistry there rewrites law
Some are looking for lovers
Others are looking for options
Some even moments
But some just want motives
Written by: Ahmad Dubois-Dawson, Brandon Cordoba, David Otis, Dawn Richard, Greg Paul, Jonah Levine, Marlon Spears
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