Ever felt the thrill of a romance that defies labels? Kiana Ledé's sultry anthem is your guide to modern love without the societal baggage. She sings about savoring the moment, keeping things carefree and untangled—like a perfectly rolled joint. With lyrics that champion "fuck a title," she invites us to enjoy the ride without obsessing over definitions. It's about basking in mutual vibes, FaceTime flirts, and late-night highs while sidestepping the pressure of traditional relationships. So, kick back, stay high (literally and metaphorically), and let this tune be your soundtrack for love unconfined!
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We could let it ride, ride, ride (uh)
So we could stay high, high, high (mm, yeah yeah)
This feeling all night, night, night
Keep it in idle (fuck a title)
Don't care what we call it
It's all here when you want it, mm
Got no pressure on it, if I'm honest, yeah, yeahh
I need me-time, but lately I've been feeling a lil you-time
I love it when you're smoking, you get too high
We get back and get it naked on the FaceTime
Tell me if it's cool to keep it untied (untied, untied)
This is more than a four letter feel right, yuh (feels right, feels right)
So follow me, follow me, follow me
Know you got all of me, all of me, all of me, oh yeah, yeah
Hanging low so we keepin' it on a high note
You can feel it for me to give it a title
Follow me, follow me, follow me
Know you got all of me, all of me, all of me, oh yeah, yeah
Up all in a huff
We were feeling a feeling, so fuck a title
Know we on the same page
We can keep it grindin' on a slow pace
I'm a lil 'fraid of what I'm feelin' for ya
But we don't gotta rush at love, ain't no haste
Tell me if it's cool to keep it untied (untied, untied)
This is more than a four letter feel right, yeah (feels right, feels right)
So follow me, follow me, follow me
Know you got all of me, all of me, all of me, oh yeah, yeah
Hanging low so we keepin' it on a high note
You can feel it for me to give it a title
Follow me, follow me, follow me
Know you got all of me, all of me, all of me, oh yeah, yeah
Up all in a huff
We were feeling a feeling, so fuck a title
We could let it ride, ride, ride
So we could stay high, high, high
This feeling all night, night, night
Keep it in idle (fuck a title)
We could let it ride, ride, ride (yeah, we could let it ride)
So we could stay high, high, high (so we could stay high)
This feeling all night, night, night (nah, nah)
Keep it in idle (fuck a title)
Oh, oh yeah
Writer(s): Alec King, Amanda Reifer, Andre Robertson, Brandon Hamlin, Kiana Lede, Lisa Scinta, Vaidel Vidal, Zachary Perry
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
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