[Verse 1] You walk in late, same faded denim Coffee stain on your sleeve, you still kill it Laugh too loud at the wrong punchline Still somehow you stay on my mind You hate your job, you love your playlists You overshare when you’re a little anxious You say you’re “fine”, then you prove you’re lying By playing that song you play when you’re crying [Chorus] It’s that split-second heartbeat, when you touch my hand All the noise drops out, I can’t hear the band You say, “I’m a mess,” but you’re all I want Yeah, you crash through my cool like a bass line stomp It’s that split-second heartbeat, every time you laugh Like the world tilts sideways, lose my balance fast I don’t need a movie, I don’t need a plan Just that split-second heartbeat, and your hand in my hand (oh) [Verse 2] You call me up just to rate your outfit Change three times, still say you hate it You lose your keys in your own apartment Blame the couch like the couch was plotting You talk through films, ask “what just happened?” Then cry at scenes where nobody’s clapping You say you’re “too much,” I say, “thank God” You’re the one bright glitch in a world too smooth, too soft [Chorus] It’s that split-second heartbeat, when you touch my hand All the noise drops out, I can’t hear the band You say, “I’m a mess,” but you’re all I want Yeah, you crash through my cool like a bass line stomp It’s that split-second heartbeat, every time you laugh Like the world tilts sideways, lose my balance fast I don’t need a movie, I don’t need a plan Just that split-second heartbeat, and your hand in my hand [Bridge] Look, I don’t talk like this on the daily (nah) But you flip my script like crazy Every flaw you got, that’s my favorite track Play it on repeat, never take it back If forever feels too big tonight Then just stay ‘til the morning light (hey!) We can count these tiny moments Like loose change in our pockets, golden [Chorus] It’s that split-second heartbeat, when you touch my hand All the noise drops out, I can’t hear the band You say, “I’m a mess,” but you’re all I want Yeah, you crash through my cool like a bass line stomp It’s that split-second heartbeat, every time you laugh Like the world tilts sideways, lose my balance fast I don’t need a movie, I don’t need a plan Just that split-second heartbeat, and your hand in my hand (yeah) That split-second heartbeat And your hand in my hand

rap, Glossy pop-rap with elastic funk bass, crisp drums, and bright rhythm guitar chops; verses ride a conversational flow with melodic tails, chorus explodes into a hooky topline and stacked harmonies, bridge strips to claps and sub before a final full-band lift. Male vocals with occasional sung-rap interplay., funk, heartfelt, pop

Split-Second Heartbeat