Testo Backseat Seranade - All Time Low
Testo della canzone Backseat Seranade (All Time Low), tratta dall'album Straight to DVD II: Past, Present, and Future Hearts
Lazy lover, find a place for me again
You felt it once before, I know you did
I could see it
Whiskey princess, drink me under, pull me in
You had me at "Come over, boy, I need a friend"
I understand
This side, let's go
Backseat serenade, dizzy hurricane
Oh god, I'm sick of sleeping alone
You're salty like a summer day
Kiss the sweat away to your radio
Backseat serenade, little hand grenade
Oh god, I'm sick of sleeping alone
You're salty like a summer day
Kiss the pain away to your radio
You take me over, I throw you up against the wall
We've seen it all before, but this one's different
It's deliberate
You send me reeling, calling out to you for more
The value of this moment lives in metaphor
Yeah, through it all
Everybody
Woo
Backseat serenade, dizzy hurricane
Oh god, I'm sick of sleeping alone
You're salty like a summer day
Kiss the sweat away to your radio
Backseat serenade, little hand grenade
Oh god, I'm sick of sleeping alone
You're salty like a summer day
Kiss the pain away to your radio
Backseat serenade, dizzy hurricane
Oh god, I'm sick of sleeping alone
You're salty like a summer day
Kiss the sweat away to your radio
Backseat serenade, little hand grenade
Oh, aren't you sick of sleeping alone?
You're salty like a summer day
Kiss the pain away to your radio
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aren't you sick of sleeping alone?
How many of you guys know every single word to "Time-Bomb"?
You really have to fucking mean it this time because this shit is on film
And if you don't know it, it's gonna be super embarrassing for you
'Cause you'll be on camera like, I don't know
I'm gonna start over here, I wanna find some rockstars
Well, definitely you with the horse hat for sure
Yes, let's go, horse mask, let's go
Come on, come on, come on
And you, yes, come on
Guys, did you come all the way from Germany?
Come on, let's go Germany
Germany in the house
In the tiara, let's go, come on, pretty princess
I feel like we gotta my Italians up here, right?
Let's bring the Italians up here, come on, come on, come on, come on
Yes, yeah, with the Italian flag, yes, yes, yes, alright
What else-who else do we have here?
Mans-, you guys fucking traveled in for this shit, huh?
(Fuck yeah, you two guys, come on, you two guys)
(We need some boys up here) we do need some men
(I need a new son) you made a sweet sign, let's go, come on with the sign
Come on, let's go, with the flag, yes, yes (fucking got it)
They're gonna sing, you're gonna dance, let's have a fucking good time
This song is called "Time-Bomb"
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Ryan Dawson, Alexander William Gaskarth, Jack Bassam Barakat, Zachary Steven Merrick, Michael Joseph Green
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