Convertible

People driving slow
Listen, y'all need to get up off the road
I told my baby, I'm on my way
I'm on my way
I got the shakes, and I'm anticipating
What is waiting, I've been craving since yesterday
I'm on my way
Ooh, I'm on my way

Foot on the gas, it's 'bout to go down
He's gonna take me up and downtown
Ooh-ooh

Candy-red, go 'head
Take the top off, risk it all
'Cross the lights
We'll fly, oh my
My, my convertible
Shift them gears, rev it up, up
Gotta write you up again
My hair's a mess, oh my
My, my convertible

No shortcuts or green lights
Like movie stars and fast cars, we're out of sight
We're on our way
Ooh, we're on our way

Foot on the gas, it's 'bout to go down
We're gonna take me up and downtown
Oh, whoa, oh

Candy-red, go 'head
Take the top off, risk it all
'Cross the lights
We'll fly, oh my
My, my convertible
Shift them gears, rev it up, up
Gotta write you up again
My hair's a mess, oh my
My, my convertible

Candy-red, go 'head
Take the top off, risk it all
'Cross the lights
We'll fly, oh my
My, my convertible
Shift them gears, rev it up, up
Gotta write you up again
My hair's a mess, oh my
My, my convertible



Credits
Writer(s): Jason Mater, Brandon Clayborne Rogers, Kelly Flora Prescott
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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