Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BRONZE AVERY
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
BRONZE AVERY
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BRONZE AVERY
Producer
Lyrics
I met a guy
Who lives down the street
Oh, I could feel his eyes tugging at me
A name on my phone that's hard to delete
I told him to call me up
Obviously
Hard to believe
Quick to confess
Love your cologne all on my bed
In the back row
Private theatre
Breakfast in bed feels like dessert
You know I'm right on the money this time
Oh, I'm on it, I'm on it
On it, I'm on it
I'll give you the ride of your life, tonight
When I'm driving in your car, car
Driving in your car, car
You play so tough (ugh)
I've had enough (hmm)
I'm your type
Yeah, I know what you like (oh)
You play so tough (ugh)
I've had enough (hmm)
I'm your type
Yeah, I know what you like
It's too late now to turn away
I'm like thunder in your veins
Thinking of you on the train
You're like lightning with no rain
Hard to believe
Quick to confess
Love your cologne all on my bed
In the back row
Private theatre
Breakfast in bed feels like dessert (oh)
You know I'm right on the money this time
Oh, I'm on it, I'm on it
On it, I'm on it
I'll give you the ride of your life, tonight
When I'm driving in your car, car
Driving in your car, car
Driving in your car, car
Driving in your car, car
Driving in your car, car, car, car, car, car, car
Driving in your car, car
Driving in your car, car
Driving in your car, car, car, car, car, car, car
♩
Written by: BRONZE AVERY