[Verse 1: Quinn XCII]
Hot box in the car, getting dumb high
We be laughin' in slow-mo-mo
All she really wants is fries and a mud pie
But the supermarket is closed, closed, closed
It's old jokes, good times, when you come by
Something special, I know, know, know
One half of the time, it's a gun fight
The other half we're takin' off clothes, clothes, clothes
[Pre-Chorus: Quinn XCII]
And there will come a time when we're slowin' down
We'll hold onto memories, memories
'Til then, let's wreck shit and hold it down
I love when you're tellin' me, tellin' me
[Chorus: Quinn XCII]
One day
We'll think of these moments
'Cause ah
Just like this synth, it's the little things
[Verse 2: Chelsea Cutler]
Quick text, and you tell me that you missed me
Baby, get your ass home, home, home
You shoot me blessings like a weapon when you kiss me
Feels like we'll never get old, old, old
Hot box in the car, getting dumb high
We be laughin' in slow-mo-mo
All she really wants is fries and a mud pie
But the supermarket is closed, closed, closed
It's old jokes, good times, when you come by
Something special, I know, know, know
One half of the time, it's a gun fight
The other half we're takin' off clothes, clothes, clothes
[Pre-Chorus: Quinn XCII]
And there will come a time when we're slowin' down
We'll hold onto memories, memories
'Til then, let's wreck shit and hold it down
I love when you're tellin' me, tellin' me
[Chorus: Quinn XCII]
One day
We'll think of these moments
'Cause ah
Just like this synth, it's the little things
[Verse 2: Chelsea Cutler]
Quick text, and you tell me that you missed me
Baby, get your ass home, home, home
You shoot me blessings like a weapon when you kiss me
Feels like we'll never get old, old, old
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