(Perrone, James, Chiu)
Love child youre wastin your breath on me
Love child youre wishin that spell on me
Push into me
Head go whoosh when you kiss me
But love child you wont have your way with me.
The sunll make you crazy.
Youre a low shine hustler
The heats gonn crush ya
Youre a now shine hustler
Your system is crashin
Love child youre spinnin my truth on me
Love child youre takin such liberties
Lyin to me
Shut your eyes when you kiss me.
But lately your memorys been killin me.
The sunll make you crazy.
Youre a low shine hustler.
The heats gonn crush ya
Youre a no shine hustler.
Your system is crashin
But hearts are mustangs.
My hearts a mustang
Our hearts are mustangs.
I dont know the rise of your back
The curve of your fingers or
How you attack.
I dont know the sound of your voice or
Who you call out for
Or whether you like women.
But anyway, I dont care.
Just tell me what its gonna be like.
Youre a low shine hustler.
The heats gonn crush ya
Youre a no shine hustler.
Your system is crashin
But hearts are mustangs.
Our hearts are mustangs.
My heart's a mustang.