MAKLANI - Bad Boy Original Mix

You're a phantom in the driver's seat
Smoke where your voice should be
Sweet decay, that's what you taste like
Running red lights in the dead of night
Bad boy
Bad boy
Burning all the lines I drew
Bad boy
Bad boy
There was no surviving you
Leather seats that warm from the sun
Windows up, the engine's low hum
Static cracks up my arm like a warning
You don't speak
You don't have to
Amber streetlights cutting through the glass
Your jaw tight, foot heavy on the gas
I taste copper before you even touch me
Right before the silence breaks
Pulse in my throat thumping down
White knuckles, I don't make a sound
Adrenaline wrapped around my chest
I know better
I know better
Cold metal, heavy on my wrist
Bad idea, but I lean into it
You're a phantom in the driver's seat
Smoke where your voice should be
Sweet decay, that's what you taste like
Running red lights in the dead of night
Bad boy
Bad boy
Burning all the lines I drew
Bad boy
Bad boy
There was no surviving you
Silver light of sparks against your palm
Window down, the quiet is gone
Lights blur past like nothing is real
Your hands slide off the steering wheel
Burning up on the turn ahead
You don't slow down
You never did
I count the miles like they mean something
They don't, not with you
Pulse in my throat thumping down
White knuckles, I don't make a sound
Adrenaline running on my chest
I know better
I know better
Cool metal, heavy on my wrist
Bad idea, but I lean into it
You're a phantom in the driver's seat
Smoke colored where your voice should be
Sweet decay, that's what you taste like
Running red lights in the dead of night
Bad boy
Burning all the lines I drew
Bad boy
Bad boy
There is no surviving you
No safe word
No seatbelt on
Just your breath
And I
Highway long
I know this ends in the wreckage, but I tell you to keep driving
Yeah, I'll tell you to keep driving
You're a phantom in the driver's seat
Smoke colored where your voice should be
Sweet decay, that's what you taste like
Running red lights in the dead of night
Bad boy
Bad boy
Burning all the lines I drew
Bad boy
Bad boy
There is no surviving you
You're a phantom in the driver's seat
Smoke colored where your voice should be
Sweet decay, that's what you taste like
Running red lights in the dead of night
Bad boy
Bad boy
Burning all the lines I drew
Bad boy
Bad boy
There is no surviving you
Engine cuts
Just choking
Mhm