Reservations on Mars

[Verse 1]
Haven’t seen you in so long
You still hit like your own song
Text you “ready?” then I’m gone
Pulling up, engine too strong (skrrt)
Pick you up in my NASCAR
Paint chips, lil’ scratch on the back part
You so loud that the past can’t
Catch us, we just out-run the bad start
[Pre-Chorus]
You talk over the traffic
Laughing, hands in the wind
All that static inside me
Starts fading again
[Chorus]
Push the gas, feel like we floating (floating)
Whole world small, yeah, the road keeps closing in
I made reservations on Mars, then Venus (Venus)
Table for two where the stars can’t see us
We gotta go, my ride, my weakness (my weakness)
You say “don’t slow,” and my heart believes it
Push the gas, feel like we floating (floating)
Push the gas, feel like we—
[Verse 2]
You kick off your shoes, feet up
Dashboard lit with your teacup
Spill a little when we speed up
You just laugh, say “we need us” (oh yeah)
Old songs on your cracked phone
You skip every one that we crashed on
Say you glad that we lasted
Past all the fights in the past tense
[Pre-Chorus]
You talk over the sirens
Like they just background noise
You keep pointing at planets
Like they your brand-new toys
[Chorus]
Push the gas, feel like we floating (floating)
Whole world small, yeah, the road keeps closing in
I made reservations on Mars, then Venus (Venus)
Table for two where the stars can’t see us
We gotta go, my ride, my weakness (my weakness)
You say “don’t slow,” and my heart believes it
Push the gas, feel like we floating (floating)
Push the gas, feel like we—
[Bridge]
If we crash out of orbit
Promise we’ll land on our feet
You say “boy, I’ve been homesick
For someone who drives like me”
So we aim past the exits
Past every “you sure?” on the way
Your hand on the stick shift
You tell me, “don’t you hit the brakes”
[Chorus]
Push the gas, feel like we floating (floating)
Whole world small, yeah, the road keeps closing in
I made reservations on Mars, then Venus (Venus)
Table for two where the stars can’t see us
We gotta go, my ride, my weakness (my weakness)
You say “don’t slow,” and my heart believes it
Push the gas, feel like we floating (floating)
Push the gas, feel like we floating

rap, Sleek trap-pop bounce with bright synth bells and an airy pad bed, midtempo. Tight 808s and crisp hi-hats drive the verses; hook blooms with wide stereo plucks and stacked male vocals on the topline. Auto-tuned ad-libs echo into space, low sub swells under the “NASCAR” lines, final chorus strips back then slams in for a last lift., loud, pop