[Verse 1] Mascara smeared Phone at 2% Heels in my hand Laughing at the cement Uber says “3 min” I can’t read the map Texting “I’m so fine” Then almost take a nap
[Chorus] I’m young Drunk Dumb Spinning around Whole damn world keeps falling down Sidewalk swaying Can’t feel the ground But I’m still dancing my way through this town Yeah I’m young Drunk Dumb Spinning around
[Verse 2] IDs in my bra Glitter in my hair Lost my best friend Found her on the stairs Talking to a stranger Like we’re soulmates now “Let’s get matching tattoos” I’d probably allow
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[Bridge] Streetlights blur Like a carousel I’m saving voicemails I’ll regret as hell But tonight I’m loud And I’m proud somehow Future me can sort it out Tomorrow Not now
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Stijl van muziek
dance, Bright pop-club bounce with crisp drums and rubbery bass, tempo around 120. Verses ride a tight, talk-sung topline with filtered synths; chorus explodes with wide pads, tambourine, and gang shouts. Female vocals upfront, doubled on the hook, with a brief dreamy bridge that pulls back to keys and reverb before the final high-energy chorus.