Sunroof

One, two, three, four

Knock on your door, phone you just ignore
Is she playing games? I don't roll like that
I just wanna slide, baby, open your chat
I am missing the way you ride me, pillow talk beside me
Frequently we used to fuck, but now it's so unlikely

Always tryna fight me, never do it right B
So tell me what's so complicated, let's go back to gettin faded
Let's go back to being friends, kinda liked you more back then
Fuckin' with no strings attached, got lipstick stains up on my neck

We're chillin' with our hands out the sunroof
Screaming to the sound of the 1975
Like it's the last day of high school
Rollin' up another, we smokin' it up, and we drive
So fuckin' high
Chillin' with our hands out the sunroof
Ridin' round with you were the best days of my life

Glamorous girl from the West Coast
Lookin so hot in the retro
Hair flyin' outta the window
Smokin' it outta the sunroof
(And we ridin' like we famous)
(We're so fuckin' amazing)

Holding onto these problems, babe, starting all of this drama, hate
Sunroof is up and the weather so hot
I'm fuckin' it up to the pretty boy rock

I play this guitar, yeah this shit ain't a prop
Look at my chains, and look how they pop
I'm acting so cool, yet parked in a lot
But when I'm with you, we never gon' stop
Riding alone ain't good on my mind
I think about you, baby, all of the time
We were so young and feelin' alive
Giving no fucks, we didn't have to try

Drivin' round on weekends
Kissing all up on your neck
All that's missin' sunsets, do you remember we were

Chillin' with our hands out the sunroof
Screaming to the sound of the 1975
Like it's the last day of high school
Rollin' up another, we smokin' it up, and we drive
So fuckin' high

Chillin' with our hands out the sunroof
Ridin' round with you were the best days of my life



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Bach, Sam Catalano, Grant Sayler, Sergio Vinas
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