Louis The Child, Quinn XCII, Chelsea Cutler - Little Things lyrics

Hot box in the car, getting dumb high
We be laughin' in slow-mo-mo
All she really wants is fries and a mud pie
But the supermarket is closed,  closed
Closed
It's old jokes, good times, when you come by
Something special, I know, know, know
One half of the time, it's a gun fight
The other half, we're takin'
Off clothes, clothes, clothes

And there will come a time
When we're slowin' down
We'll hold onto memories, memories
'Til then, let's wreck shit and hold it down
I love when you're tellin' me, tellin' me

One day we'll think of these moments
'Cause ah
Just like this synth, it's the little things

Do dum dum, da dum dum, the little things
Do dum dum, da dum dum, da da da da da
Do dum dum, da dum dum, the little things
Do dum dum, da dum dum, da da da da da

Quick text
And you tell me that you missed me
Baby, get your ass home, home, home
You shoot me blessings like a
Weapon when you kiss me
Feels like we'll never get old, old, old

And there will come a time
When we're slowin' down
And we'll hold onto memories, memories
'Til then, let's wreck shit and hold it down
Love when you're tellin' me, tellin' me

One day we'll think of these moments
'Cause ah
Just like this synth, it's the little things

Do dum dum, da dum dum, the little things
Do dum dum, da dum dum, da da da da da
Do dum dum, da dum dum, the little things
Do dum dum, da dum dum, da da da da da

Every single second is golden
Hold on to the moment
Hold on to the moment, mmm
Every single second is golden
Hold on to the moment hold on to the moment
Like this synth, it's the little (Ayy)

Do dum dum, da dum dum, the little things
Do dum dum, da dum dum, da da da da da
Do dum dum, da dum dum, the little things
Do dum dum, da dum dum, da da

The little things