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Lyrics
[Intro]
Late night
Red eyes
You say
“Take a ride”
[Verse 1]
You slide in the backseat
Shoes on the dash
Laughing at a joke that I barely half asked
Your hand out the window
Catching that breeze
I’m catching your reflection
Knees going weak
[Chorus]
Backseat fever
We run it up higher
Hands in the air like the roof caught fire
Spin that world till the lines all blur
Backseat fever
I’m burned on you
Yeah
You
Yeah (oh)
Backseat fever
We lose our cool
Sweat on your neck like a swimming pool
Every little touch pulls me back to you
Backseat fever
I’m burned on you
Yeah
You
Yeah
[Verse 2]
You dance in the headlights
Parking lot floor
Turn my old hoodie to your new couture
Phone on silent
We don’t check the time
Heartbeat sync to the bass of your mind
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Seat leaned back
Your head on my shoulder
Street signs streak
But the night feels slower
If this is wrong
I’ll be wrong till noon
[falsetto]
’Cause I’m addicted
Baby
To this little backseat room (hey)
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 3, 2026
Duration2:14
LanguageEnglish
Style
funk, Glossy pop-funk-house fusion with a rubbery bassline, clean rhythm guitar chops, and shimmering side-chained synth pads. Four-on-the-floor groove stays tight and danceable; verses pull back with filtered keys and light percussion, then choruses hit wide with stacked gang vocals and a bright, sticky topline. Short vocoder ad-libs weave around the hook; arrangement aims for a quick, addictive 2:30 radio-ready cut., pop
Credits
Prompt byTheshadowmanz
ModelAria v5
Prompt
pop, funk, house
