Lyrics

Home before home Can't tell you how I feel Keep your hands on that steering wheel You asked for the truth Going round in circles I'm the duck to your goose Treated you like all the others in the past A situation another wouldn't last See I did it to myself When I should've been thinking about your mental health Even if I blocked and deleted I still cheated You're defeated I tried hard when I should've tried harder Round in circles Should've been like Mo Farah See I can';t be the guy who isn't in your sheets Cos even if I drop you off I still have to leave I'm not the type to fight I'm not the type to write I'm not the type to like But you're the type to wife I'm not the type to fight I'm not the type to write I'm not the type to like But you're the type to wife So keep your hands on the steering wheel So keep your hands on the steering wheel This aint no time to be rowing This aint no time to be frowning I look at your face, then I start smiling But my insecurities have got me lying So keep your hands on the steering wheel The whips automated but I'm steering still So keep your hands on that steering wheel Disregard the way I made you feel Mistake after mistake Got you feeling this all fake It's such a shame such a shame But I'll make sure you get home safe Mistake after mistake Got you feeling this all fake But I'll make sure you get home safe It's such a shame such a shame I'm not the type to fight I'm not the type to write I'm not the type to like But you're the type to wife I'm not the type to fight I'm not the type to write I'm not the type to like But you're the type to wife So keep your hands on the steering wheel So keep your hands on the steering wheel Go Just keep your hands Just keep your hands Just keep your hands Keep your hands Keep your hands Just keep your hands Just keep your hands On The Steering Wheel I can't let go I'll end up home alone I can't let go I'll end up home alone I can't I can't let go So keep your hands I'm not the type to fight I'm not the type to write I'm not the type to like But you're the type to wife I'm not the type to fight I'm not the type to write I'm not the type to like But you are the type to wife So keep your hands on the steering wheel So keep your hands on the steering wheel
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