Lyrics: Ezra Moore
Music: Ezra Moore
Two in the morning, staring at the screen
Trying to fix a track that sounds a little mean
Then you walk in with those vintage Nike shoes
And suddenly my Logic Pro is so confused
I had the tempo locked at one-oh-five
But you just wrecked the rhythm of my life
I check my wrist, I check the click
This feeling makes me kind of sick
But in a good way, yeah, in a good way
You put your hand upon my chest
And put the melody to the test
Oh, you're controlling the BPM
Boom, boom, boom, here we go again
I can't slow it down, no matter what I do
My heart is just a kick drum synced up to you
Yeah, you're the BPM
Running through my system like a gem
Don't need a metronome to tell me where I stand
'Cause baby I'm just playing in your band
You turn the light switch down a little low
Asking me to play that song from the radio
I say ""Nah, let's make something of our own""
Sample the silence when we're all alone
Your breathing hits the mic just right
I think we're gonna be up all night
I check my wrist, I check the click
This loop is getting kind of stick
But in a good way, yeah, in a good way
Oh, you're controlling the BPM
Boom, boom, boom, here we go again
I can't slow it down, no matter what I do
My heart is just a kick drum synced up to you
Yeah, you're the BPM
Running through my system like a gem
Don't need a metronome to tell me where I stand
'Cause baby I'm just playing in your band
One beat, two beats, skipping three
You're rewriting my music theory
Faster, faster, don't you stop
Waiting for the bass to drop...
You're controlling the BPM!
Boom, boom, boom, here we go again
I can't slow it down, no matter what I do
My heart is just a kick drum synced up to you
Yeah, you're the BPM
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