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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gomey
Gomey
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Gomes
Michael Gomes
Songwriter
Branden Fabian Negron
Branden Fabian Negron
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gomey
Gomey
Producer
J Laker
J Laker
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh
Oh-whoa, whoa, oh
Textbook love feels like it's antiquated
I've been in it
I don't love it, feels like it's been jaded
I'm sick of ups and downs
Unless we're downing rounds
And I'm up off the ground
I swear you wear me out
Through body armor
Two triggers clutched, aimed at your crown
Two fingers touch and turn the barrels
You love to love 'til things go south, oh
(You)
I should've brought my car to the body shop just a little bit earlier
Must rather crash and burn 'cause I'll never learn with you in the passenger
God-sent but so hell-bound, these roads will break you down
I should've brought my car to the body shop just a little bit earlier
Two truths, one lie, I've been your one, and you're wrong, or you're right
Lies, you wanna be a spike in my tire
But I always ignore "check engine lights"
Feelin' off, burnin' circles 'round your arms, sure the list is long
This shit keep holdin' up for miles, now I'm pullin' up
Load the clip and hold it out, the wind doesn't blow
Two triggers clutched, aimed at your crown
Two fingers touch and turn the barrels
You love to love 'til things go south, oh
(You)
I should've brought my car to the body shop just a little bit earlier
Must rather crash and burn 'cause I'll never learn with you in the passenger
God-sent but so hell-bound, these roads will break you down
I should've brought my car to the body shop just a little bit earlier (ooh)
Written by: Branden Fabian Negron, Joseph Stafford, Michael Gomes
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