Enigmatic super psycho
I can be whoever you want, just for the night though, yeah
Oh, what's your damage? Sugar horror show
You can be whoever you want, just for the night, so
Burnin' chrome appeal, baby ride my wheels
Then we can go wherever you want, so what's the deal?
I can be greedy, tastin' artificial
Just catch me at the right time, it's all on how the winds blows

Okay alright, okay alright, let's ride
Okay alright, okay alright, let's ride
Okay alright, okay alright, let's ride (around town)

Enigmatic super psycho
Damn we really doing this thing
We on the high road and I be breaking habits
Though this thing might blow
But can we really be who we want all of the time though?
And I stay cuttin' holes inside all my jackets
You can use whatever you want babe, I can grab it

Okay alright, okay alright, let's ride
Okay alright, okay alright, let's ride
Okay alright, okay alright, let's ride (around town)

At a reduced rate I can give you my heart
With cherry blue intention
Hot on my heels, baby ride my wheels
Far deep into oblivion

Okay alright, okay alright, let's ride (let's ride, oh oh)
Okay alright, okay alright, let's ride (let's ride, oh oh)
Okay alright, okay alright, let's ride (let's ride, oh oh)
Okay alright, okay alright, let's ride

'Cause we be whippin' around in my beat up pickup truck
How my desire burns deeply for your touch
Hot on the heels, wheels burnin' with such love
Whippin' around in a beat up pick up truck (God how I)

Fall for wrong people in the right places
They fade in air like cigarette traces
Artificial, sugarcoated like déjà vu
I'd say I love you but this summer tastes cherry blue

Okay alright, okay alright, let's ride ('til the sun goes out)
Okay alright, okay alright, let's ride ('til the sun goes out)
Okay alright, okay alright, let's ride ('til the sun goes out)
Okay alright, okay alright, let's ride ('til the sun goes out)

Whippin' around in a beat up pickup truck (enigmatic super psycho)
How my desire burns deeply for your touch (enigmatic super psycho)
Hot on the heels, wheels turnin' with such love (enigmatic super psycho)
We be whippin' around in a beat up pick up truck (God how I)

Fall for wrong people in the right places
They fade in air like cigarette traces
Artificial, sugarcoated like déjà vu
I'd say I love you but this summer tastes cherry blue
Fall for wrong people in the right places
They fade in air like cigarette traces
Artificial, sugarcoated like déjà vu
I'd say I love you but this summer tastes cherry blue, mwah

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Writer(s): Alli Logout, Maria Garcia, Nathan Cassiani, Ruth Mascelli