Low Beam - Her's

Tuck in the bend and hit the corner right

Red blood boys behind the bike

Cruising together, tryna make a scene

Nothing at all can come between

They’re feeling lucky, tryna make you crack

Stand up boy or take it back

You’ll get a shiner like you’ve never seen

Ride it out or keep it clean

I’m just a lover boy

I’m not cut out to be cruel

Cuddled in corduroy

Usually acting the fool

Soft at the edges still

Keeping my lights on low beam

Thinking of different thrills

Tryna find love in my dreams

I know what you’re on about

I know that you’re wrong

I know what you’re on about

I know that you’re wrong

I know what you’re thinking, you can take me for a ride

Baby hit me harder 'cause I’m never gonna hide

You can keep on running, but you’re running out of track

I’ma keep it coming, that’s a matter of fact

Step on the gas and let the rubber burn

Sun retires as they return

There’s only one thing you can guarantee

Night belongs to the cavalry

They gotta taste for everything you’ve got

Take your chance while the engine’s hot

Forever leather lovers on the street

Stand your ground or take a seat

I’m just a lover boy

I’m not cut out to be cruel

Cuddled in corduroy

Usually acting the fool

Soft at the edges still (I'm bruising like a peach)

Keeping my lights on low beam (Doesn't mean that I’m weak)

Thinking of different thrills (Getting lost in my head)

Tryna find love in my dreams (Until I’m back in bed)

I know what you’re on about

I know that you’re wrong

Baby let me down

I just don’t belong

I know what you’re thinking, you can take me for a ride

Baby hit me harder 'cause I’m never gonna hide

You can keep on running, but you’re running out of track

I’ma keep it coming, that’s a matter of fact

I know what you’re thinking, you can take me for a ride

Baby do you wish that no one ever made me hide

You can keep on running, but you’re running out of track

I’ma keep it coming, that’s a matter of fact

I know what you’re thinking, you can take me for a ride

Grip me by the collar, baby never let me hide

You can keep on running, but you’re running out of track

I’ma keep it coming, that’s a matter of fact