Wrong number, right night
Stanford ML student, cheerleader, surfer, and a whole second life nobody on campus knows about
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.73
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.58
- vocal at
- 1.7s
- length
- 3:09
- language
- En
lyrics
Blue case, cracked at the side Sent to the wrong name, on a Friday ride You said “who’s this?” by the Trader Joe’s lot I stared at the screen like, “that is not” Now your typing dots keep jumping near My thumb shook once, then you got clear From Embarcadero to the 280 One bad text and I’m not the same Wrong number, right night Wrong number, right night Wrong number, right night Wrong number, right night Now you got my name in your phone And I don’t wanna go home Green nail polish, a paper cup You met me there and the rain backed up By the CVS at midnight blue I meant to ghost it, but I stayed with you Now your typing dots keep jumping near My thumb shook once, then you got clear From Embarcadero to the 280 One bad text and I’m not the same Wrong number, right night Wrong number, right night Wrong number, right night Wrong number, right night Now you got my name in your phone And I don’t wanna go home If I had hit delete, I’d miss that grin Your coffee stain and the way you spin One bad send turned into your address I missed the point and I got your yes Wrong number, right night Wrong number, right night Wrong number, right night Wrong number, right night Now you got my name in your phone And I don’t wanna go home