🪩 | Crash Season

You stand with your hand on my waistline It's a scene, and we're out here in plain sight I can hear them whisper as we pass by It's a bad sign, bad sign Somethin' happens when everybody finds out See the vultures circling, dark clouds Love's a fragile little flame, it could burn out It could burn out 'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes And guns They are the hunters, we are the foxes And we run Baby, I know places we won't be found, and They'll be chasing their tails trying to track us down 'Cause I, I know places we can hide I know places I know places Lights flash and we'll run for the fences Let them say what they want, we won't hear it Loose lips sink ships all the damn time Not this time Just grab my hand and don't ever drop it My love They are the hunters, we are the foxes And we run Baby, I know places we won't be found, and They'll be chasing their tails trying to track us down 'Cause I, I know places we can hide I know places

Look at me now Said I wouldn't do it, but I hunted you down Know you had a girl, but it didn't work out Know you bought a house, but you had to move out and I'm not proud Guess I'm just scared of you shooting it down You can just talk, and I'll stare at your mouth It could be bad, but I wanna find out And I wake up In the middle of the night With the light on And I feel like I could die 'Cause you're not here And it don't feel right 'Cause you're not here God, I'm actually invested Haven't even met him Watch this be the wrong thing Classic God, I'm jumping in the deep end It's more fun to swim in Heard the risk is drownin', but I'm gonna take it I'm gonna take it Isn't it fun? Thinking I'm right when I'm probably wrong Holding my breath like I met someone Knowing damn well that I haven't been touched by you In my head You're in the car and You're coming to me and You get to my door and You can't even speak but I think that it's sweet Yeah, I think that you're sweet

Oh, 'cause I keep diggin' myself down deeper I won't stop 'til I get where you are I keep running when both my feet hurt I won't stop 'til I get where you are Oh, when you go down all your darkest roads I would've followed all the way to the graveyard (no, oh) You look at me (look at me) With eyes so dark, don't know how you even see You push right through me (push right through me) It's gettin' real You lock the door, you're drunk at the steering wheel And I can't conceal

Late night conversations, electric emotions Sprinkled with a little bit of sex, and it's a potion, yeah Late night, bodies achin', mental stimulation Sprinkled with a little bit of sex appeal, and it's a moment (Ah) yeah, (ah-ah, ah-ah, yeah) yeah I been catchin' love off a backboard Runnin' from your love, that's what this track for Fuckin' every bitch and never tell 'em, no I'm pushin' P, they black and white, a Oreo I been catchin' love off a backboard Runnin' from your love, that's what this track for Buyin' niggas' bitches from the corner store Thug, why you wanna do that? I don't need this love Ball like Lebron James in the finals We 14Hunna, just like a minor I'm yellin' "Free Big Meech" with designers Fifteen million hoes 'cause I'm undecided I'm kickin' shit, karate, ooh I'm servin' bricks somebody hood Fucked a bitch, catch a charley, ooh Gucci flip flops and joggers, ooh

Everybody's lookin' for a come up And they wanna know what you're about Me in the middle with the one I'm lovin' We're just tryna figure everything out We don't fit in well 'Cause we are just ourselves I could use some help Gettin' out of this conversation, yeah You look stunning, dear So don't ask that question here This is my only fear, that we become (hey) Beautiful people Drop top, designer clothes Front row at fashion shows "What d'you do?" and "Who d'you know?" Inside the world of beautiful people Champagne and rolled-up notes Prenups and broken homes Surrounded, but still alone Let's leave the party That's not who we are (We are, we are, we are) We are not beautiful Yeah, that's not who we are (We are, we are, we are) We are not beautiful (beautiful)