Warm Air

Warm air
Take me there
Hanging out the car window
Late at night
Eleven thirty
Feelin' dirty
Gonna bust a groove
Till the stars lose
To the sun
Everyone
Chillin' in the backyard
Make another
Root beer float
Peep the clothes
Hawaiian shirt bros
Tony Ethan Salad
Rocking with the cargo
Shorts capacity
Never low
Fellas frontin'
Please just enjoy the show
Kick your feet up and forget you gave a fuck
We're here for love

And you don't know how much
Know how much
You mean to me
And without those Game-Stars
I don't know where I would be

Take me home
The party's over
And all I know is
Everybody's in the corner getting sober
Before we go
There's one more thing we
We make our rounds and hit the town
There's no better thing than nicer endings
Leave us at home
We'll feel lonely
We'll get together soon
And me and you the studio
Just like we always do
Goin' slow, hit every stoplight
Make our turn and and while I burn the money left to keep us driving
You decided that the times right
To hit the drum set
Brand new sticks and motivation you know I can't play the drums yet
But I don't think I'm done yet
So damn well I'll try

And you don't know how much
Know how much
You mean to me
And without those Game-Stars
I don't know where I would be

You'd rather stay home
But we'd rather have you
Outside
With us
We still got some acne, ok
We still got some problems true
But we also got our old cars
We can do whatever we want to do

When I'm here
I see every sunset
The wind blows
She carries our voices
It's warm here

And you don't know how much
Know how much
You mean to me
And without those Game-Stars
I know I'd be so lonely

I won't lie
I was down tonight
But I cracked a smile when you said
Let's go out
Logan said
He can pick you up
Don't you worry you don't even gotta
Spend one buck



Credits
Writer(s): Gryffin Macaulay, Naomi C
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