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Found Me
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Found Me was released on March 13, 2026 by Westwood as a part of the album Glamour: Deluxe
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Release DateMarch 13, 2026
LabelWestwood
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Westwood
Westwood
Vocals
jackwya
jackwya
Programming
Kasim Rizvi
Kasim Rizvi
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Owen Underwood
Owen Underwood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
jackwya
jackwya
Producer
Kasim Rizvi
Kasim Rizvi
Producer

Lyrics

Where do you wanna go? (Dead weight)
Just put your heart right into mine, girl, you never know, yeah (De-de-dead weight)
Things I ain't seen before
Just take your hand, touch my body, turn it into gold (Dead weight)
Everything around me seems impossible
I'm so glad you found me, girl, I almost sold my soul (De-de-dead weight)
Yeah, I just want you on me, never run out in the cold
When Heaven coming down from the sky, I think I know
You gon' pay the price, you don't take your own advice, yeah
Nod your head and listen, girl, I'ma show you what I like, yeah
Walkin' 'round the room, I'm pacin', can't believe my sight, yeah
Terrified, paralyzed, I don't need to clarify
I still undecided, ?
Normally I delete the text, but something 'bout you right
Know that it'd be wrong if I played your favorite song
You opted-in, get up and play along
There's more than this to life, god damn, I'll treat you right (Dead weight)
Just let me tell you one thing, I'm not here to fight
Didn't plan on thinkin' less, I'll say it with my chest (De-de-dead weight)
I don't wanna hear no lies getting by in your mind
I don't know if this can help it
And I know it's kinda selfish
I just wanna change your life
Why you movin' on so fast?
Where do you wanna go? (Dead weight)
Just put your heart right into mine, girl, you never know, yeah (De-de-dead weight)
Things I ain't seen before
Just take your hand, touch my body, turn it into gold (Dead weight)
Everything around me seems impossible
I'm so glad you found me, girl, I almost sold my soul (De-de-dead weight)
Yeah, I just want you on me, never run out in the cold
When Heaven coming down from the sky, I think I know
(De-de-dead weight)
Written by: Owen Underwood
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