Testo Backpack - Quinn XCII

Backpack

She pulled out a backpack, with some drugs I never done before
But I still told her «pass that», I only said 'cause I’m tryna get lucky
Like a four leaf clover, full disclosure, I’m a lot less cool when I’m sober
Too late to backtrack, so I fake it till we’re naked making out
Only usually ever stay low key
But I would rather spend the night with you than one more
With the old me, so baby tell me what you rolling?
I could smell it when you got into my car
And we drove it to the beach, laid out some blankets
Asked if I smoke, I said only the dankest
Truth is I don’t, the only thing I pop are vitamins
But that all changed when
She pulled out a backpack, with some drugs I never done before
But I still told her «pass that», I only said 'cause I’m tryna get lucky
Like a four leaf clover, full disclosure, I’m a lot less cool when I’m sober
Too late to backtrack, so I fake it till we’re naked making out
I hope she doesn’t figure out, maybe through word of mouth
That I’m a momma’s boy who doesn’t like to leave the house
That every indie band she loves I don’t know shit about
But every time she puts 'em on I tell her, «Play it loud»
Laid on the floor next to the sofa
Asked if I drink, I said whiskey and soda
She doesn’t know the only thing I pop are vitamins
But that all changed right when
She pulled out a backpack, with some drugs I never done before
But I still told her «pass that», I only said 'cause I’m tryna get lucky
Like a four leaf clover, full disclosure, I’m a lot less cool when I’m sober
Too late to backtrack, so I fake it till we’re naked making out
She makes it hard for me to not stay out past ten
She takes the wildest things that get me outta my head
But my true colors tell me I should run for cover
You don’t mix downers and uppers like she loves to always do
She pulled out a backpack, with some drugs I never done before
But I still told her «pass that», I only said 'cause I’m tryna get lucky
Like a four leaf clover, full disclosure, I’m a lot less cool when I’m sober
Too late to backtrack, so I fake it till we’re naked making out