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Hot box in the car, getting dumb high
We be laughin' in slow-mo-mo
All she really wants is fries and a mud pie
But the supermarket is closed, closed, closed
It's old jokes, good times, when you come by
Something special, I know, know, know
One half of the time, it's a gun fight
The other half we're takin' off clothes, clothes, clothes

And there will come a time when we're slowin' down
We'll hold onto memories, memories
'Til then, let's wreck sh*t and hold it down
I love when you're tellin' me, tellin' me

One day
We'll think of these moments
'Cause ah
Just like this synth, it's the little things

Quick text, and you tell me that you missed me
Baby, get your ass home, home, home
You shoot me blessings like a weapon when you kiss me
Feels like we'll never get old, old, old

And there will come a time when we're slowin' down
And we'll hold onto memories, memories
'Til then, let's wreck sh*t and hold it down
Love when you're tellin' me, tellin' me

One day
We'll think of these moments
'Cause ah
Just like this synth, it's the little things

Every single second is golden
Hold on to the moment
Hold on to the moment, mmm
Every single second is golden
Hold on to the moment
Hold on to the moment
Like this synth, it's the little— (Ayy)

D-dum-dum, d-dum-dum, the little things
D-dum-dum, d-dum-dum, da-da-da-da-da
D-dum-dum, d-dum-dum, the little things
D-dum-dum, d-dum-dum, da-da-da-da-da

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