Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sam Drysdale
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Drysdale
Songwriter
Alexandra Soumalias
Songwriter
Marty Martino
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Martino
Producer
Verskotzi
Producer
Lyrics
You're super bad, a paradox
'Cause fucking you put me next to God
When I wasn't supposed to see Heaven
On this bed, we planet-hop
I'm in your space, an astronaut
And I could explore you forever
You're out of a dream, baby
You're more than I need, baby
That all you can eat, baby
Crowning you queen, baby
You better believe, baby
Yeah, all of the highs I consume
They’re nothing on you
They got nothing on you
I could close my eyes
Got you memorized
Just by the way that you move
They got nothing on you
You're the meal and the dessert
The way you taste, I go berserk
Dripping straight into my vitals
On my knees, a worshiper
Confessing sins to your curves
Relying on you for survival
You're out of a dream, baby
You're more than I need, baby
That all you can eat, baby
Crowning you queen, baby
You better believe, baby
Yeah, all of the highs I consume
They’re nothing on you
They got nothing on you
I could close my eyes
Got you memorized
Just by the way that you move
They’re nothing on you
(They got nothing, no, nothing on)
They got nothing on you
(They got nothing, no, nothing on)
Give me paradise
All that money buys
Girl, you're the one I would choose
They’re nothing on you
(They got nothing, no, nothing on)
They got nothing on you
(They got nothing, no, nothing on)
(Nothing, nothing on)
I could close my eyes
Got you memorized
Just by the way that you move
They’re nothing on you
(They got nothing, no, nothing on)
They got nothing on you
(They got nothing, no, nothing on)
Give me paradise
All that money buys
Girl, you're the one I would choose
They got nothing on you
Written by: Alexandra Soumalias, Andrew Martino, Sam Drysdale