

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Lip gloss, taxi lights We’re late, who cares, it’s fine Your laugh on my shoulder My phone blowing up all night Everybody’s asking “Where you at? You coming?” Red heels in my hand I’m already running [Pre-Chorus] Heartbeats Racing the tempo Front door Kicks like an echo See you Framing the doorway Suddenly I’m only hearing one thing [Chorus] You got my midnight on replay Replay, replay Every little move you make I can’t look away Spinning like a record in my rib cage Can’t hit pause, don’t want to anyway You got my midnight on replay Replay, replay Say my name and pull me in Like we’re center stage Turn this moment to a cliché I won’t complain You got my midnight on replay Replay, replay (oh yeah) [Verse 2] Hands up, velvet rope We slide past, inside joke You talk in my ear Too close, I lose the words I wrote Friends in the corner Filming our disaster If this is a movie Run it even faster [Pre-Chorus] Heartbeat Syncs with your laughter Slow dance Right in the rafters One touch And everything restarts Now the hook is written on my heart [Chorus] You got my midnight on replay Replay, replay Every little move you make I can’t look away Spinning like a record in my rib cage Can’t hit pause, don’t want to anyway You got my midnight on replay Replay, replay Say my name and pull me in Like we’re center stage Turn this moment to a cliché I won’t complain You got my midnight on replay Replay, replay (hey!) [Bridge] Play it back, back Let it all blur Every frame, frame Only you first If tomorrow hurts I’ll hit repeat Lose my voice Just to hear you sing it back to me [Chorus] You got my midnight on replay Replay, replay Every little move you make I can’t look away Spinning like a record in my rib cage Can’t hit pause, don’t want to anyway You got my midnight on replay Replay, replay Say my name and pull me in Like we’re center stage Turn this moment to a cliché I won’t complain You got my midnight on replay Replay, replay (replay, replay) You got my midnight on replay Replay, replay
Tags
pop, Bright, radio-ready pop banger with crisp four-on-the-floor kick, glittery synths, and sidechained pads; verses stay tight and rhythmic with plucky keys and subtle bass swells, pre-chorus lifts with rising arps and stacked harmonies, chorus explodes with wide supersaw chords, vocoder doubles, and sparkling percussion. Female vocals in a soaring soprano, big diva ad-libs on final hooks, glossy top-40 sheen, and a short filtered break before the last chorus., female vocals
3:08
No
4/15/2026