Can’t outrun what calls my name,
Every vice got a voice, every sin got aim.
I say I’m done, then I circle back,
Got angels ridin’ shotgun, demons in the back.
That spotlight glow like high-beam sin,
It don’t love you, it just reels you in.
Every red flag wave like fame,
Every good girl know my game.

I’m tryin’ to fight what keeps me near,
But the pull too strong, the sound too clear.

That tractor beam got me locked again,
Pullin’ me close when I try to ascend.
No chain, no rope, just gravity’s grin,
The darker it gets, the deeper I bend.
Yeah, that tractor beam, it don’t miss,
Sweet like smoke, hard like bliss.
I try to run, but it finds my scene,
Suck me back in like a tractor beam.

Flashbulb eyes, temptation grin,
Every door to heaven got a cover of sin.
They say fame’s gold, I say it’s glue,
Stick too long, it’ll stick on you.
She got a drawl like a southern storm,
Voice like velvet, touch like warn.
I told myself “boy, you know better,”
Now I’m caught again in that tether.

I’m tryin’ to fight what keeps me near,
But the pull too strong, the sound too clear.

That tractor beam got me locked again,
Pullin’ me close when I try to ascend.
No chain, no rope, just gravity’s grin,
The darker it gets, the deeper I bend.
Yeah, that tractor beam, it don’t miss,
Sweet like smoke, hard like bliss.
I try to run, but it finds my scene,
Suck me back in like a tractor beam.

Every vice in a velvet voice,
Every wrong road feel like choice.
Maybe heaven’s scared of me,
Or maybe I’m scared it’s free.

That tractor beam got me locked for good,
Every pull feel misunderstood.
No saint, no sinner clean,
Just a man stuck between.
Yeah, that tractor beam, it hums in my veins,
Half love, half chain.
Pull me down or lift me clean —
It’s all the same tractor beam.