Little Things - Louis The Child, Quinn XCII, Chelsea Cutler

Hot box in the car getting dumb high

We be laughing in slow-mo-mo

All she really wants is fries and a mud pie

But the supermarket is closed, closed, closed

It’s old jokes, good times when you come by

Something special I know, know, know

One half of the time it’s a gun fight

The other half we’re taking off clothes, clothes, clothes

And there will come a time when we’re slowing down

We’ll hold on to memories, memories

'Til then let’s wreck shit and hold it down

I love when you’re telling me, telling me

One day

We’ll think of these moments

'Cuz ahh

Just like this synth it’s the little things

D-dum-dum, d-dum-dum, the little things

D-dum-dum, d-dum-dum, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh

D-dum-dum, d-dum-dum, the little things

D-dum-dum, d-dum-dum, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh

Quick text and you tell me that you missed me

Baby get your ass home, home, home

You shoot me blessings like a weapon when you kiss me

Feels like we’ll never get old, old, old

And there will come a time when we’re slowing down

And we’ll hold on to memories, memories

'Til then let’s wreck shit and hold it down

Love when you’re telling me, telling me

One day

We’ll think of these moments

'Cuz ahh

Just like this synth it’s the little things

D-dum-dum, d-dum-dum, the little things

D-dum-dum, d-dum-dum, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh

D-dum-dum, d-dum-dum, the little things

D-dum-dum, d-dum-dum, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh

Every single second is golden

Hold on to the moment

Hold on to the moment

Every single second is golden

Hold on to the moment

Hold on to the moment

Like this synth it’s the little, ay!

D-dum-dum, d-dum-dum, the little things

D-dum-dum, d-dum-dum, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh

D-dum-dum, d-dum-dum, the little things

D-dum-dum, d-dum-dum, duh-duh

The little things