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Aftertaste (Sped Up)
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Pop
Aftertaste (Sped Up) was released on April 15, 2024 by Chitra / Queens Road Music / 10K Projects as a part of the album Aftertaste (Sped/Slowed) - Single
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Release DateApril 15, 2024
LabelChitra / Queens Road Music / 10K Projects
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chitra Dassapa
Chitra Dassapa
Vocals, Programming
Jonny Shorr
Jonny Shorr
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brede Baldwin
Brede Baldwin
Songwriter
Chitra Dassapa
Chitra Dassapa
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chitra Dassapa
Chitra Dassapa
Producer
Jonny Shorr
Jonny Shorr
Producer

Lyrics

Fruit punch, fizzy sticks, pop like stardust
Taste the alcohol on my tongue
Know I've had enough of your heart
On the tip of my tongue, wanna spill my guts out
'Til it stops being fun (ooh)
My body's at the booth in the palm of the DJ
My head can't seem to grip anything but the aftertaste of you
When we say goodbye, not a handshake
Melancholy cardiac arrest
'Cause I'm gonna fall for you
Hoping nights like these turn to afternoons with gin and juice
Pouring down sweetly under our shoes
But oh, it's true
The bitter end always comes back to prove we're not made for two
We're just two strangers in the same room
Dark hair, dizzy eyes, dance like daisies
You're the love bomb I sip on daily
Sugarcoat lips talk sweet, but emptier than my cup
That's all you take in
Down to the bar to mix drinks and depression
But you're so damn hot, it adds to the tension
When you return I want your attention
More than ever, guess I don't remember when I fall
Fruit punch, fizzy sticks, pop like stardust
Taste the alcohol on my tongue
Know I've had enough of your heart
On the tip of my tongue, wanna spill my guts out
'Til it stops being fun (yeah)
My body's at the booth in the palm of the DJ
My head can't seem to grip anything but the aftertaste of you
When we say goodbye, not a handshake
Melancholy cardiac arrest (arrest)
Call it fate, too soon
On a carousel, what's new?
Going 'round and 'round, so high
At the bitter end baby, what can I do?
But call it fate, too soon
Could we run this back before I lose you?
'Round and 'round, so high
At the bitter end baby, what can I do?
Bitter end baby, what can I do?
Bitter end baby, what can I do? (What can I)
Bitter end baby, what can I do?
Bitter end baby, what can I do?
Written by: Brede Baldwin, Chitra Dassapa
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