The Southern

Look at your hair! Run my hands through a long drive Watching you talk Only stopping for god I see you got your car lights on You ride just how you want I like you under my tongue When it's hot We take some southern lines One at a time You can lay there and die Just make it look fun Smells like American boys Full of American noise If it's the end of the world I won't mind How far Fast cars Running away With my money man He said money can't Dry out your face So we pull hard Under her stars Sit around and wait For a good time Yeah it's always a good time Till we come down and I say Do you like me with all of my clothes off Honest and raw Honest to god? Cause I let you f*ck me with all of the lights on It's honestly hard In the back of your car Is this it love? Get gone As good as it gets? Man you can get gone I like it on top I like you across from me You just watch Let me seep through your arms You are euphoria I'd like to say this is art In your sweat Lick it off Don't stop What more could I want? When you are euphoria