AMG

In your AMG, hands on me. Too fast, too deep, no gravity. Black lights, backseat chemistry. Baby, don't slow down that A-A-AMG. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Gold gloss lips and a razor stare. You pull up hard like you own the air. Motor hot and the bassline low. I get a rush when you tell me go. City fly in a blur sparks. You and I making out in the dark. Bad ideas never felt so sweet. Leather and smoke in the summer heat. In your AMG, hands on me. Too fast, too deep, no gravity. Black lights, backseat chemistry. Baby, don't slow down that AMG. In your AMG, hands on me. Too fast, too deep, no gravity. Black lights, backseat chemistry. Baby, don't slow down that A-A-AMG. No map, no rules, just gasoline. Your kiss hits hard like a movie scene. One more turn and I can't think straight. Too gone now in that AMG. In your AMG, hands on me. Too fast, too deep, no gravity. Black backseat chemistry. Baby, don't slow down that AMG. In your AMG, hands on me. Too fast, too deep, no gravity. Black lights, backseat chemistry. Baby, don't slow down that A-A-AMG.