Hot box in the car getting dumb high, we be laughing in slow mo, moAll she really wants is fries and a mud pie, but the supermarket is closed, closed, closedIt's all jokes, good times when you come by, something special I know, know, knowOne half of the time it's a gunfight, the other half we're taking off, closed, closed, closedAnd there will come a time when we're slowing down, we'll hold on to memories, memoriesTill then let's wreck * and hold it down, I love when you're telling me, telling meOne day, we'll think of these moments, cause I, just like this, ain't this the little thingsQuick text and you tell me that you miss me, baby get your ass home, home, homeYou shoot me blessings like a weapon when you kiss me, feels like we'll never get old, old, oldAnd there will come a time when we're slowing down, we'll hold on to memories, memoriesTill then let's wreck * and hold it down, I love when you're telling me, telling meOne day, we'll think of these moments, cause I, just like this, ain't this the little thingsQuick text and you tell me that you miss me, telling me, telling meOne day, we'll think of these moments, cause I, just like this, ain't this the little thingsEvery single second is golden, hold on to the moment, hold on to the momentEvery single second is goldenHold on to the moment, hold on to the momentLike this, and it's the little trat 됅I love when you're telling me you miss me, telling me you're telling me the samethingsThe little dance