Rolling through the city in a low ride
Bass hit my chest like a .45
Neon in my veins, I’m electrified
She tuned to my frequency, no disguise
Dirty little secrets in the backseat
Hands on my skin, feel the heartbeat
Liquor on her lips, bittersweet
We crash like waves, no repeat
Static in the air when we collide
She my sin, I’m her high
No apologies, we testify
Frequency explicit, we testify