Atlas Genius
Текст песни Black Seat

Cold back street , the flicker of the light that I could meet
Olfactory senses breaking down, slowly fade as a beat
Oh back seat, drunken couple take it too far
Thinking no one could see
And it sits on the street

I say you would feel it, ah, ah, ah, ah
Whoa, I say you would mean it
Whoa, l say you would feel it, ah, ah, ah, ah
Whoa, I say you would mean it, whoa

You stepped up. words like knives that no longer cut
The world inflates
So small anymore that we could fall through the gate

We got time, gonna waste it all
Gonna be fine, we're complicated
But we're as civil as we wanted to be

I say you would feel it, ah, ah, ah, ah
Whoa, I say you would mean it
Whoa, l say you would feel it, ah, ah, ah, ah
Whoa, I say you would mean it, whoa


Thanks to Judy Robinson for correcting these lyrics

The song title is *Back* Seat, not Black Seat

Thanks to Judy Robinson for correcting these lyrics