Sports Car

Sports Car - Black Atlass

Composed by：Tate McRae

Produced by：Alexander Fleming/Ryan Dulude

Hey cute jeans

Take mine off me

Oh golly gee

I can't take no more

I'm goin' weak in my knees

Where'd you put those keys?

We can share one seat

We can share one seat

In the alley in the back

In the center of this room

With the windows rolled down

Boy don't make me choose

In the alley in the back

In the center of this room

With the windows rolled down

Boy don't make me choose

I think you know what this is

I think you wanna uh

No you ain't got no Mrs

Oh but you got a sports car

We can uh-uh in it

While you drive it real far

Yeah you know what this is

Yeah you know what this is

Pretty blue streetlights

And my hazel eyes

And if it feels right

We could go again like three four times

So my type

Got butterflies

So good it hurts

Thinkin' 'bout what we did before this verse

On the corner of my bed

Oh and maybe on the beach

You could do it on your own

While you're lookin' at me

I think you know what this is

I think you wanna uh

No you ain't got no Mrs

Oh but you got a sports car

We can uh-uh in it

While you drive it real far

Yeah you know what this is

Yeah you know what this is

I think you know what this is

I think you wanna uh

No you ain't got no Mrs

Oh but you got a sports car

We can uh-uh in it

While you drive it real far

Yeah you know what this is

Yeah you know what this is

Oh my guy

You don't wanna waste my time

Let's go ride

Let's go ride

Oh my guy

You don't wanna waste my time

Let's go ride

Let's go ride

I think you wanna

Yeah I got a sports car we can

We can drive it real far think you

I think you

Yeah I think you wanna