Bay Faction - Drive Home

Yeah, yeah

You got my attention
The tension is tandem
You cure my addiction
Way you're pulling it out
So I come to see ya
Just to come in the front seat
We aren't even naked
We ain't left the house

You fit in my right hand
Without even trying
On your hip is a handle
People call it a belt
You're my little greyhound
So take off the Eckhaus
Lotta problems I can figure them out

Yeah, yeah
I'm bad for ya
But I'm right here
Let's have
Tonight face down
Wake up okay now

Drive home
No radio on
No lights up ahead
I swear to my god
I see god
Way you're giving me head
So I roll down the window
Cold black rushing in
In the front seat
I'm a millionaire
93 seconds

That was filthy I love it
How we pretend we're above it
Then end up tied in a knot
With the radio down
Where I forgive you for laughing
At my coffee cup tattoo
In that moment you forget
That tomorrow I'm out

Yeah yeah
I'm bad for ya
But I'm right here
Let's have tonight face down
Wake up ok now

Drive home
No radio on
No lights up ahead
I swear to my god
I see god
Way you're giving me head
So I roll down the window
Cold black rushing in
In the front seat
I'm a millionaire
93 seconds

Drive home
No radio on
No lights up ahead
I swear to my god
I see god
Way you're giving me head
So I roll down the window
Cold black rushing in
In the front seat
I'm a millionaire
93 seconds

Written by:
James McDermott

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