Drive Home Lyrics

Yeah, yeah

You got my attention

The tension is tandem

You cure my addiction

Way you're pulling it out

So I come to see ya

Just to come in the front seat

We aren't even naked

We ain't left the house

You fit in my right hand

Without even trying

On your hip is a handle

People call it a belt

You're my little greyhound

So take off the Eckhaus

Lotta problems I can figure them out

Yeah, yeah

I'm bad for ya

But I'm right here

Let's have

Tonight face down

Wake up okay now

Drive home

No radio on

No lights up ahead

I swear to my god

I see god

Way you're giving me head

So I roll down the window

Cold black rushing in

In the front seat

I'm a millionaire

93 seconds

That was filthy I love it

How we pretend we're above it

Then end up tied in a knot

With the radio down

Where I forgive you for laughing

At my coffee cup tattoo

In that moment you forget

That tomorrow I'm out

Yeah yeah

I'm bad for ya

But I'm right here

Let's have tonight face down

Wake up ok now

Drive home

No radio on

No lights up ahead

I swear to my god

I see god

Way you're giving me head

So I roll down the window

Cold black rushing in

In the front seat

I'm a millionaire

93 seconds

Drive home

No radio on

No lights up ahead

I swear to my god

I see god

Way you're giving me head

So I roll down the window

Cold black rushing in

In the front seat

I'm a millionaire

93 seconds