Letra

She pulled out a backpack With some drugs I never done before, but I still told her, "Pass that" I only said it 'cause I'm tryna get lucky like a four leaf clover Full disclosure, I'm a lot less cool when I'm sober Too late to backtrack So I fake it 'til we're naked, makin' out Only usually ever stay low-key But I would rather spend the night with you than one more with the old me So, baby, tell me, what you rolling? I could smell it when you got it in my car And we drove to the beach, laid out some blankets Asked if I smoke, I said, "Only the dankest" Truth is I don't, the only thing I pop are vitamins But that all changed right when she Pulled out a backpack With some drugs I never done before, but I still told her, "Pass that" I only said it 'cause I'm tryna get lucky like a four leaf clover Full disclosure, I'm a lot less cool when I'm sober Too late to backtrack So I fake it 'til we're naked, makin' out I hope she doesn't figure out, maybe through word of mouth That I'm a mama's boy that doesn't like to leave the house That every indie band she loves, I don't know shit about But every time she puts 'em on, I tell her, "Play it loud" Laid on the floor next to the sofa Asked if I drink, I said, "Whiskey and soda" She doesn't know the only thing I pop are vitamins But that all changed right when she Pulled out a backpack With some drugs I never done before, but I still told her, "Pass that" I only said it 'cause I'm tryna get lucky like a four leaf clover Full disclosure, I'm a lot less cool when I'm sober Too late to backtrack So I fake it 'til we're naked, makin' out She makes it hard for me to not stay out past ten She takes the wildest things that get me outta my head But my true colors tell me I should run for cover You don't mix downers and uppers like she loves to always do She pulled out a backpack With some drugs I never done before, but I still told her, "Pass that" I only said it 'cause I'm tryna get lucky like a four leaf clover Full disclosure, I'm a lot less cool when I'm sober Too late to backtrack So I fake it 'til we're naked, makin' out
Writer(s): Remy Gautreau, Jesse Finkelstein, Brandon Shoop, Michael Temrowski Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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