(Verse)
Engine purr, night is young, wrapped in second-skin leather
Credit maxed, status texts, burning both ends of the tether
I crave touch, crash, the drama, smoke that melts the stress
I crave a spark, nothing less
Don't need your empty dialogues, I'm on a different channel
Don't try to sync your heartbeat up, my rhythm's just for show
You should go find a simple soul, one who'd be glad to have you
Darling, I'm not a harbor
(Pre-Chorus)
I am a riptide's flow
Don't try to sync your heartbeat, no-oh, my rhythm's just for show
You should go find a simple soul, oh, uh, one who'd never clash you
Never gonna be your calm, boy, I'm the tremor below
I don't do quiet, all that I chase is
(Chorus)
Rush, crash-crash, thrill, steel in my heels, downtown lights
Stolen wines, velvet ropes, I own the night
I want rush, crash, sirens, the smoke that stings the eyes
Forget him, max out his Amex, under neon skies
I want vintage Alaïa, I want obedient hands
I wanna paint my moods in colors no one understands
I want hotel-room sunrises, glitter mixed with sand
I want vintage Alaïa, I want a real command
(Verse)
I don't read the subtext, don't you grasp the headline?
Been the main event, so your noise is just a flatline
I see it, how you want it, yeah
Yeah, I'm not your slow dance, it's written in the flash
He's praying for an audience, sorry, I'm not casting
He's tracing every movement, kid, get your mind from thrashing
I never wanted easy
You know the only craving, the only craving is
(Breakdown)
(Bridge)
Engine purr, night is young, wrapped in second-skin leather
Credit maxed, status texts, burning both ends of the tether
I crave touch, crash, the drama, smoke that melts the stress
I crave a spark, nothing less
Engine purr, night is young, wrapped in second-skin leather
Credit maxed, status texts, burning both ends of the tether
I crave touch, crash, the drama, smoke that melts the stress
I crave a spark, nothing less
(Chorus)
Rush, crash, thrill-thrill, steel in my heels, downtown lights
Stolen wines, velvet ropes, I own the night
I want rush, crash, sirens, the smoke that stings the eyes
Forget him, max out his Amex, under neon skies
I want vintage Alaïa, I want obedient hands
I wanna paint my moods in colors no one understands
I want hotel-room sunrises, glitter mixed with sand
I want vintage Alaïa, I want a real command
(Outro)
Vintage Alaïa, a real command
Vintage Alaïa, a real command
Vintage Alaïa, a real command