Music Video

Ego Likeness - Aviary
Watch {trackName} music video by {artistName}

Featured In

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen Hernley
Stephen Hernley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nada
Nada
Producer
Nate Fox
Nate Fox
Producer
Dan Gensel
Dan Gensel
Engineer

Lyrics

Looking like a Friday night Looking like she feel my vibe Looking like a long drive Looking like, what's on yo mind Tell me yours I'll tell you mine Underneath a moon lit sky I'll be the reason why You forget them other guys Hop in and take a drive Call you m'am, so polite You call me sir to show spite Every word is so precise I think you here to save my life She said she want something real I said Press yes to reveal I know we so different I'm on the wrong side Above the law living She mess with bad guys This love just like prison I'll break you out, right I'll your clyde, you be my Bon Until we crash and burn Thinking like, I met my match Think its time to hide my past Hide my stash We might crash Give that burning cig an ash But she down with the game No need to switch up lanes All good girls don't dress the same She got me out of the rain Yeah Said I ain't like the usual I tell her Well, Smile beautiful We breaking out this cubical And never looking back Open roads ahead And my bags are packed So I know we so different I'm on the wrong side Above the law living She mess with bad guys This love just like prison I'll break you out, right I'll your clyde, you be my Bon Until we crash and burn I'm heading for ya quick Lost my grip and ran into a ditch Now she wants to call it quits Let it crash and burn Like a consequence This was just coincidence Shoulda took the common sense Gotta protect the innocent Cause there it went If destiny was lost Would it stop and ask for directions Or tell it's wife to shut the hell up Fate can't be corrected Sometimes your just rejected In the middle of no where With no reception We've lost our connection This the type of love you only see under the moon light I can't be your huckleberry, guess I'm just the rude type I can't be your fairy tale, this is staged in real life Nothings ever meant to be until you seal the deal, right We headed different directions It's time I start rolling Leave the crash scene And Report the car stolen Walk away from the flames Trying to find something golden When you out of control It's best to let go
Writer(s): Stephen Hernley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out