[Intro | warm piano chords | filtered vocal chop | soft tropical pluck] My Person... My-my Person... Look like a scene... Look-look like a scene... [Hook | hook first | smooth male vocal | bright and intimate] In my phone, you’re My Person You make Tuesday feel like a movie version Lost your glasses, lost my keys Still somehow you found me [Drop Tease | airy vocal chops | sidechained pads] My Person My-my Person Look like a scene Look-look like a scene [Verse 1 | stripped tropical groove | laid-back melodic rap] You came from Vermont with that maple-sweet chaos Barefoot anywhere, like the ground paid you off Sunglasses missing, keys in the couch Still got the whole room turning around Austin traffic, you’re changing the weather Saying, “Remember Germany?” like we remember Oktoberfest blurry, but the feeling stayed clear You were dancing on benches like the ending was near [Pre-Chorus | emotional lift | warm piano | rising claps] I don’t need red carpets, I don’t need fame You say my real name and it sounds like a stage name If life is a film and the credits roll slow I already know who I’m sitting next to [Chorus | full tropical house groove | catchy melodic hook] In my phone, you’re My Person You make Tuesday feel like a movie version Lost your glasses, lost my keys Still somehow you found me My Person, my person Real life with the colors turned perfect Barefoot, laughing, Austin heat You make a sidewalk look like a scene [Drop | euphoric pluck synth melody | vocal chops | no new lyrics] My Person My-my Person Look like a scene Look-look like a scene [Verse 2 | groove returns | shorter verse | playful and nostalgic] You got that “where’s my stuff?” kind of magic Lose three things, then make it romantic Phone on five, hair in the breeze Bare feet up on the passenger seat You said last night had a plot twist somewhere I said, “Girl, I was there, but I’m also not aware” Rideshare receipt, two stamps on my hand Laughing like tourists in our own hometown plan [Pre-Chorus 2 | bigger build | layered harmonies] I don’t need perfect, I just need this Your half-smile turning into a plot twist If life is a film and the credits roll slow I already know who I’m driving home [Chorus | bigger harmonies | full energy] In my phone, you’re My Person You make Tuesday feel like a movie version Lost your glasses, lost my keys Still somehow you found me My Person, my person Real life with the colors turned perfect Barefoot, laughing, Austin heat You make a sidewalk look like a scene [Bridge | stripped piano | soft pads | intimate] Vermont girl in a Texas summer Germany still hiding in your number Oktoberfest pictures, I don’t know who took them But every time I see us, I know I’d redo them Lost glasses, lost keys, lost track of time Found you laughing under bar-sign light Maybe ordinary is the wrong word now You walked in and turned the volume up somehow [Final Build | riser | claps | vocal chops building] My Person... My-my Person... Look like a scene... Look-look like a scene... [Final Chorus | full tropical house lift | emotional and loopable] In my phone, you’re My Person You make Tuesday feel like a movie version Lost your glasses, lost my keys Still somehow you found me My Person, my person Real life with the colors turned perfect Barefoot, laughing, Austin heat You make a sidewalk look like a scene [Final Drop | euphoric pluck synth | chopped hook vocals] My Person My-my Person Look like a scene Look-look like a scene [Outro | loop ending | piano and pluck fade] In my phone, you’re My Person You make Tuesday feel like a movie version Lost your glasses, lost my keys Still somehow you found me
