Wrong chat right
Grew up between two flags and claims neither
the numbers
- bpm
- 99
- key
- F major
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.47
- vocal at
- 3.3s
- length
- 3:13
- language
- Sp
lyrics
I typed your name by mistake on my phone Blue screen glow on my kitchen tile at home Sent it at nine twelve, straight to the wrong chat You read it by noon, and you wrote right back I stood by the sink with my boots half-tied H‑E‑B bag on the chair by my side You said, “Meet me off Bandera at five” And I swear that mistake kept me alive Wrong chat right Wrong chat right Wrong chat right Wrong chat right You were not my plan But you fit my hand Now I take Loop Four One, slow toward downtown Your truck in the lot, my hair pinned down We laugh at the message that started this scene A typo in June turned into a green light dream Sun set low on the Pearl food hall You bought two aguas, I spilled one on the wall You said, “Girl, that text had a reason” Now every wrong number feels like the right season Wrong chat right Wrong chat right Wrong chat right Wrong chat right You were not my plan But you fit my hand I was dialing names I should’ve erased You were the one with the steady face One slip, one ping, one open door Now I want that wrong text more and more Wrong chat right Wrong chat right Wrong chat right Wrong chat right You were not my plan But you fit my hand