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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Knox
Knox
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Knox Morris
Knox Morris
Songwriter
Cam Becker
Cam Becker
Songwriter
Spencer Jordan
Spencer Jordan
Songwriter
Jake Ingram
Jake Ingram
Songwriter
Zach Smith
Zach Smith
Songwriter
Johnny Townsend
Johnny Townsend
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cam Becker
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-)
Written by: Cam Becker, Jacob Ingram, Jake Ingram, Johnny Townsend, Knox Morris, Spencer Jordan, Zach Smith
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