Verse 1:
Tie up your shoes
They’re lookin’ kinda loose
You’ll be trippin’ all over yourself
A mighty big gun
Are you having your fun?
Don’t you point it at no one else
Verse 2:
Floating to space
Can’t feel your face
You watched us all fade to black
Ain’t it a trip?
That you’re losing your grip?
As you tumbled and turned your back?
Chorus:
I can feel them looking right at me
I can’t let ‘em go and I just can’t let it be
Maybe, baby, I’ll come on out tonight
Just hold it down and keep it wrapped up tight
Verse 3:
Stacks on stacks
And a big yellow bat
Call your shot like The Babe
Lost the bet
And now you’re hanging around
We’re wishing that you hadn’t stayed
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credits
from Heatwaves,
released June 17, 2022
Sam Foster - Vocals/Guitar/Percussion
Brad Cardille - Bass/Vocals
Seth Williams - Guitar/Vocals
Nikki Forrester - Piano/Glockenspiel/Synth
Jacob Kuhn - Drums
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