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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Joseph R. Furlong
Songwriter:in
Letras
You've been really patient, I don't wanna waste your time
If you had a waitlist, I would be the first in line
Walking on a tightrope, headed for a spiral
Tell me, how'd we get this close?
We might have to lie low, kinda wanna try though
Fuck it, I'm not gonna choke
Stress me out
Take a second just to calm me down
Baby, I might turn this car around
I can't fight it, you're the medicine I'm needing
Couldn't find a reason
Not to throw our friendship in the deep end
Baby, if they ask us, all we gotta do is lie
Kick me out at eight then, 'cause you gotta work at nine
Play that shit again when you get out of there at ten
'Cause I've been craving all the friction and the tension that we have making
Never call it love, now I think I might be hyperventi—
What a way to
Stress me out
Take a second just to calm me down
Baby, I might turn this car around
I can't fight it, you're the medicine I'm needing
Couldn't find a reason
Not to throw our friendship in the deep end
Excuse me if I'm comin' off aggressive
Not the type that you should be obsessed with
Doesn't mean this can't be the antidote
We can make it work
Stress me out
Take a second just to calm me down
Baby, I might turn this car around
I can't fight it, you're the medicine I'm needing
Couldn't find a reason
Not to throw our friendship in the deep end
Wow, stress me out
Give me just a second while I fuckin' come around
I can't fight it, you're the medicine I'm needing
Couldn't find a reason
Not to throw our friendship in the deep end
Written by: Joseph R. Furlong