Lo-Fi Soul
He's got a lo-fi soul, he won't let me go
Black and white with a hint of gold
Tells me things that I oughta know
I've got a lo-fi soul, or so I've been told
Taken back by the days of old
Sending chills right to my bones
Hmm, la-la-la
Hmm, la-la-la
Hmm, la-la-la
He's got a lo-fi soul
Ooh, I knew love would feel so old
Don't worry, baby, it's a good thing
I know that you know
The way that you move, well, it speaks to me
It sings to me, it swings with me
And it's all that I need
It started out
With just one glass and quiet gazes
Soon enough, we finish each other's phrases
We just met, yet I've loved you lifetimes before
Familiar feelings, ooh, how I adore
He's got a lo-fi soul, he won't let me go
Black and white with a hint of gold
Tells me things that I ougtha know
I've got a lo-fi soul, or so I've been told
Taken back by the days of old
Sending chills right to my bones
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
He's got a lo-fi soul
Sending chills right to my bones
There's something about a little mystery
It keeps me questioning how far back we go in history
Victorian houses or life on seas
You never know how many times we've spoke of nights like these
It started out
With just one glass and quiet gazes
Soon enough, we finish each other's phrases
We just met yet I've loved you lifetimes before
Familiar feelings, ooh, how I adore
He likes, he likes, my type, my type
And I like, I like what he likes, he likes
He likes (he likes, he likes), my type (my type, my type)
I like what (he likes, he likes), he likes
He's got a lo-fi soul, he won't let me go
Black and white with a hint of gold
Tells me things that I ougtha know
I've got a lo-fi soul, or so I've been told
Taken back by the days of old
Sending chills right to my bones
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
He's got a lo-fi soul (hmm)
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
He's got a lo-fi soul
Sending chills right to my bones
Black and white with a hint of gold
Tells me things that I oughta know
I've got a lo-fi soul, or so I've been told
Taken back by the days of old
Sending chills right to my bones
Hmm, la-la-la
Hmm, la-la-la
Hmm, la-la-la
He's got a lo-fi soul
Ooh, I knew love would feel so old
Don't worry, baby, it's a good thing
I know that you know
The way that you move, well, it speaks to me
It sings to me, it swings with me
And it's all that I need
It started out
With just one glass and quiet gazes
Soon enough, we finish each other's phrases
We just met, yet I've loved you lifetimes before
Familiar feelings, ooh, how I adore
He's got a lo-fi soul, he won't let me go
Black and white with a hint of gold
Tells me things that I ougtha know
I've got a lo-fi soul, or so I've been told
Taken back by the days of old
Sending chills right to my bones
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
He's got a lo-fi soul
Sending chills right to my bones
There's something about a little mystery
It keeps me questioning how far back we go in history
Victorian houses or life on seas
You never know how many times we've spoke of nights like these
It started out
With just one glass and quiet gazes
Soon enough, we finish each other's phrases
We just met yet I've loved you lifetimes before
Familiar feelings, ooh, how I adore
He likes, he likes, my type, my type
And I like, I like what he likes, he likes
He likes (he likes, he likes), my type (my type, my type)
I like what (he likes, he likes), he likes
He's got a lo-fi soul, he won't let me go
Black and white with a hint of gold
Tells me things that I ougtha know
I've got a lo-fi soul, or so I've been told
Taken back by the days of old
Sending chills right to my bones
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
He's got a lo-fi soul (hmm)
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
He's got a lo-fi soul
Sending chills right to my bones
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Kleiner, Haley Reinhart
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