take you out tonight

Album cover art for "take you out tonight" by Bleachers

Bleachers

take you out tonight

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High as a kite on your purple haze I want the morning to last forever I don't want nobody else I'm free, I'm free, I'm free Make the records I wanna make Fuck off and tell 'em anything Have one conversation with my people Just wanna tell you where I've been Fuck the world, fuck the gallery Fuck anyone who hasn't been here You're welcome in But fuck anyone who hasn't been here [Chorus] God, I love it inside To hold you in that safe light But looking in your eyes, I can feel all the edges tonight 'Cause it's brutal to be baptized In cold stares and harsh lights But I gotta take you out and show you off tonight [Post-Chorus] Hey, hey [Verse 1] I'm made of one-way tickets and I'm not selling 'em cheap So let 'em write shit about us that they didn't even see Oh, let 'em think that they understand our bits when they don't I just want one conversation with my people and my home I just want one conversation with my people and my past I'm taking this so far now, I gotta keep cool, make it last [Chorus] But, damn, I'm on the edge tonight Praying for a real life Well, look me in the eyes and ask me again if I can fight 'Cause it's brutal to be uptight In the face of such a beautiful life Well, I gotta take you out and show you off tonight [Post-Chorus] Hey, hey, I feel a way Hey, hey, I feel a way [Verse 2] 'Cause I went down to see the man and the man asked me for a picture I asked a friend how he was doing, he showed me his monthly listeners Oh, don't get cheap, don't get caught, don't get lost in all these kisses I just want you all night, don't wanna get lost in these kisses Oh , take the money and run , just be honest about your faith Don't make the kids pay for your loan and what you think you're made of, babe I'm made of east coast music, I'm made of ghosts from the past And I've been gone since I was fifteen, daring my soul to crash [Chorus] But it's cool, keep it inside Gonna love her in that easy light (She don't need to hear this shit right now anyway) Yeah, it's brutal to be baptized In cold stares and harsh lights But I gotta take you out and show you off tonight [Post-Chorus] Hey, hey, I feel a way Woo Yeah [Bridge] I could try to leave my house, I'd end up right back on my stoop I could try to leave this hell, I'd fucking die on this hill I could try to leave the road, I'd end up right back in the van I could try to take your hand, you know I'll never take your hand I gotta face everything that I ever believed, oh [Outro] Hey, hey, I feel a way Hey, hey, I feel a way Well, hey, I feel a way So come on, Bleachers, take it Pump it up One, two, three, four Oh, good take

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Credits

Writers
  • Jack Antonoff
  • Mikey Freedom Hart
Producers
  • Jack Antonoff
Mixed At
  • Sharp Sonics Studios
Mastering Engineer
  • Ruairi O’Flaherty
Assistant Mastering Engineer
  • Jay Franco
  • Rob Domos
Mastered At
  • Sterling Sound (Los Angeles)