Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Knox
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cam Becker
Songwriter
Jake Ingram
Songwriter
Johnny Townsend
Songwriter
Knox Morris
Songwriter
Spencer Jordan
Songwriter
Zach Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cam Becker
Producer
Lyrics
You got that sugar in your voice
You're living shameless, it's a choice
You keep your laces like your boys
Tied up, tied up, tied up, tied up
And there's a word around this town
It's kinda sounding like your name
And more than rumors get around
I was lined up, lined up, lined up
But cherry chapstick, drama queen
Tiptoeing these downtown streets
Tried to sink her nails in me
But I don't really need to see what's under that
T-shirt, I could but I gotta fuck with me first
Girl, you know you're hotter than a fever, fever
But I don't run around with sneakers, sneakers
No, you don't even like me
You just want another pair of Nike's
To kick it and to kiss under the bleachers, bleachers
But I don't run around with sneakers (sneakers)
No, I don't run around with
I know I could take you home
And let you dirty up my soul
But you'd just leave me all alone so
Time's up, time's up, time's up, time's up, but
I mean, I want to, but I can't make those promises
The loose lips lovers who goin' put double knots in this
From seven little digits on the bathroom stall
Everybody's had their hands up under your
T-shirt, I could but I gotta fuck with me first
Girl, you know you're hotter than a fever, fever
But I don't run around with sneakers, sneakers
No, you don't even like me
You just want another pair of Nike's
To kick it and to kiss under the bleachers, bleachers
But I don't run around with sneakers, sneakers
No, I don't run around with
Cherry chapstick, drama queen
Tiptoeing these downtown streets
Tried to sink her nails in me
But I don't really need to see what's under that
T-shirt, I could but I gotta fuck with me first
Girl, you know you're hotter than a fever
And I don't run around with sneakers, oh
You don't even like me
You just want another pair of Nike's
To kick it and to kiss under the bleachers, bleachers
But I don't run around with sneakers, sneakers
No, I don't run around with
(Sneakers, sneakers, oh-oh, oh-oh)
(I don't run around with)
(Sneakers, sneakers, oh-oh, oh-oh)
(Sneakers, sneakers, oh-oh, oh-oh)
(I don't run around with-)
Writer(s): John Spencer Jordan, Zachary Holt Smith, John Townsend, Knox Alexander Morris, Cam Becker, Jake Ingram
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