クレジット
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Bernardin
Songwriter
Rachel Diack
Songwriter
歌詞
Why don't you hit me up hit send
Order an Uber get us out of this end
You know I hate it when we waste time we could have spent
So hit the gas please I told the driver guy let's see you race around this tight bend
I tend to keep a couple tight friends
And then haters will see who's losing when I'm headlining events
So I'll hit the gas got bare places to go and faces to know
Finna keep on my flow I've been here before
It's a fight to the top sometimes you're alone
Yeah I know what it's like got more tunes to drop
Imma go to the top yeah I've got bands to cop
Sometimes I get lost in my head
I can't sleep in my bed
I might sneak out instead
No one will keep me on the ground
Gone but I'll come around
Yeah I won't make a sound
Yeah I won't make a sound
Yeah I won't tell your friends that I'm around
'Cause I know you're picky and I know you're parents don't like me
So we gotta keep it low-key low-key low-key-key
Put the bullet in the gun
Aim it at my heart and you'll see that I won't run
From this town that we're from
I can be your baby girl be your number one
One two three and four
I can't hear the sirens anymore so I
Drown them out
Drown them out
Sometimes I get lost in my head
I can't sleep in my bed
I might sneak out instead
Sometimes I get lost in my head
I can't sleep in my bed
I might sneak out instead
No one will keep me on the ground
Gone but I'll come around
Yeah I won't make a sound
I'll come around again
Again
Again
Written by: Jack Bernardin, Rachel Diack