Late night

Smooth skin

Deep thoughts of me

Fitting in

In sync

We win

We soul connected like twins

You know

Im him

You know

Im him

You know

Im him

Lets let this story begin

Im drunk driving this Tucson

To meet you at your crib

My phone only on 2 percent

No time to wait for a Lyft

You tell me to just turn around

And I shouldn’t do this shit

But no feeling could ever take

Me away from your lips

I crash, we dip

I crash, we dip

I crash, we dip

And im still downing this 5th

I crash, we dip

I crash, we dip

I crash, we dip

Im somewhere stuck in a ditch