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One, two, three, four Knock on your door, phone you just ignore Is she playing games? I don't roll like that I just wanna slide, baby, open your chat I am missing the way you ride me, pillow talk beside me Frequently we used to fuck, but now it's so unlikely Always tryna fight me, never do it right B So tell me what's so complicated, let's go back to gettin faded Let's go back to being friends, kinda liked you more back then Fuckin' with no strings attached, got lipstick stains up on my neck We're chillin' with our hands out the sunroof Screaming to the sound of the 1975 Like it's the last day of high school Rollin' up another, we smokin' it up, and we drive So fuckin' high Chillin' with our hands out the sunroof Ridin' round with you were the best days of my life Glamorous girl from the West Coast Lookin so hot in the retro Hair flyin' outta the window Smokin' it outta the sunroof (And we ridin' like we famous) (We're so fuckin' amazing) Holding onto these problems, babe, starting all of this drama, hate Sunroof is up and the weather so hot I'm fuckin' it up to the pretty boy rock I play this guitar, yeah this shit ain't a prop Look at my chains, and look how they pop I'm acting so cool, yet parked in a lot But when I'm with you, we never gon' stop Riding alone ain't good on my mind I think about you, baby, all of the time We were so young and feelin' alive Giving no fucks, we didn't have to try Drivin' round on weekends Kissing all up on your neck All that's missin' sunsets, do you remember we were Chillin' with our hands out the sunroof Screaming to the sound of the 1975 Like it's the last day of high school Rollin' up another, we smokin' it up, and we drive So fuckin' high Chillin' with our hands out the sunroof Ridin' round with you were the best days of my life
Writer(s): Jonathan Bach, Sam Catalano, Grant Sayler, Sergio Vinas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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