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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gavin Magnus
Songwriter
Nathanael Adams Good
Songwriter
Graham Stiefel
Songwriter
Ryan Jeffery Ley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
100graham
Producer
Ayoleybeats
Producer
Lyrics
One hunnit, Ayoleybeats, this go crazy
You could be my shotgun rider, first class flyer
Every time you walk in, take the whole room higher
They say things about me, but they still all liars
Trouble getting started but we still hot wired
You could be my shotgun rider, fingers in the breeze
Girl, this thing came with a button, you don't even need a key
Put some diamonds on your neck and now it's 32 degrees
I said, "Baby, tell me everything," you started spilling tea
You're all mine, I don't wanna share you
2023 I'm coming to a city near you
I took care of you when no one ever even cared to
And I still have my eyes on you
Right with my sidekick
We can run forever, where you wanna go?
Time in, put the time in, it's better we're together
Baby, let 'em know
You could be my shotgun rider, first class flyer
Every time you walk in, take the whole room higher
They say things about me, but they still all liars
Trouble getting started but we still hot wired
You could be my shotgun rider, fingers in the breeze
Girl, this thing came with a button, you don't even need a key
Put some diamonds on your neck and now it's 32 degrees
I said, "Baby, tell me everything," you started spilling tea
Sent a couple hundred to your Cash App
I don't need you stressin' when you need to turn the gas cap
Pictures of us in the summer, that's a flashback
I'm your only fan, you don't need to flash that
Girl, you know my toxic trait is that I'm too honest
Hate when you get in your feelings 'bout a few comments
Crossing Gucci in the studio with Top Ramen
Paradise is waiting on us for a few commas
Never switch up on me, you promised
When your heart's heavy, girl, it weighs on my conscience
Not sure if we'll make it, but the whole world wants it
Hangin' out the window saying
You could be my shotgun rider, first class flyer
Every time you walk in, take the whole room higher
They say things about me, but they still all liars
Trouble getting started but we still hot wired
You could be my shotgun rider, fingers in the breeze
Girl, this thing came with a button, you don't even need a key
Put some diamonds on your neck and now it's 32 degrees
I said, "Baby, tell me everything," you started spilling tea
Writer(s): Graham Stiefel, David Magnus, Ryan Lay, Nathaniel Good
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