Black Car (feat. ALMA) - Acoustic
It was like a movie scene
A cut out from a magazine
We are not even real
Nor are the things we think we feel
Going back to 030
Fly for twenty hours or so
Thousand miles apart in heart and soul
Now the rubber's burning
Now the wheels are turning
I don't care as long as you don't
We go driving in your black car
Pick me up and love fast
We go driving in your black car
Pick me up and love fast
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh
We go driving in your black car
Yeah, we both ain't got too much trust
And we're acting like superstars
I'm a fool for you, fuck the rest
America to my hometown
Back and forth you stick around
Don't think about the future now
Now I've spent my money
All on you, honey
I don't feel sorry (sorry, no, oh)
We go driving in your black car
Pick me up and love fast
We go driving in your black car
Pick me up and love fast
We're dying for connection
Hoping that we'll get some
Some sort of reaction
Maybe we just need attention
We go driving, we go driving
We go driving in your black car
We go driving, we go driving
We go driving in your black car
We go driving in your black car
Pick me up and love fast
We go driving in your black car
Pick me up and love fast
We go driving in your black car
Pick me up and love fast
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh
A cut out from a magazine
We are not even real
Nor are the things we think we feel
Going back to 030
Fly for twenty hours or so
Thousand miles apart in heart and soul
Now the rubber's burning
Now the wheels are turning
I don't care as long as you don't
We go driving in your black car
Pick me up and love fast
We go driving in your black car
Pick me up and love fast
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh
We go driving in your black car
Yeah, we both ain't got too much trust
And we're acting like superstars
I'm a fool for you, fuck the rest
America to my hometown
Back and forth you stick around
Don't think about the future now
Now I've spent my money
All on you, honey
I don't feel sorry (sorry, no, oh)
We go driving in your black car
Pick me up and love fast
We go driving in your black car
Pick me up and love fast
We're dying for connection
Hoping that we'll get some
Some sort of reaction
Maybe we just need attention
We go driving, we go driving
We go driving in your black car
We go driving, we go driving
We go driving in your black car
We go driving in your black car
Pick me up and love fast
We go driving in your black car
Pick me up and love fast
We go driving in your black car
Pick me up and love fast
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh
Credits
Writer(s): Jamie Hartman, Victor Raadstroem, Miriam Bryant
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