Sin

Dropping out, Tuning in
There's no doubt, The shape I'm in
There's too much, Can't take it all in
There's no way this is sin

Just a little taste of something different
All these beautiful things blur out my vision
Just a little taste of something different
All these beautiful things

Feel it out. Pull me in
Every single move, So intense
Take our time, Yeah let us binge
How you move, this is sin

Just a little taste of something different
All these beautiful things blur out my vision
Just a little taste of something different
All these beautiful things

Baby says, "Come back home, tripping is no fun alone."



Credits
Writer(s): Austin Arasmith
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