Eighteen
California sunset baby
California west coast dreaming oh
Most of our time we spent that way
Head in the clouds hey darling
Don't you worry about nothing oh
I never thought that we would change
You in your ripped up jeans, my plain white t
We had to be the coolest on the street
Oh how the time sure flies
Now we've lost our minds
But to me you will always be
Eighteen
Got caught in the wrong crowd baby
They say we both went crazy, well
Nobody told us how the hell to get through those years
Too young to see it coming
Did you forget how to fly now darling?
Oh cause I still think we could get back there
You in your ripped up jeans, my plain white t
We had to be the coolest on the street
Oh how the time sure flies
Now we've lost our minds
But to me you will always be
Eighteen
Growing up was tough
Yeah we messed up, a lot
But I'm proud of where we ended up
Growing up was tough
Yeah we messed up, a lot
But I'm proud of where we ended up
You in your ripped up jeans, my plain white t
We had to be the coolest on the street
Oh how the time sure flies
Now we've lost our minds
But to me you will always be
Eighteen
California west coast dreaming oh
Most of our time we spent that way
Head in the clouds hey darling
Don't you worry about nothing oh
I never thought that we would change
You in your ripped up jeans, my plain white t
We had to be the coolest on the street
Oh how the time sure flies
Now we've lost our minds
But to me you will always be
Eighteen
Got caught in the wrong crowd baby
They say we both went crazy, well
Nobody told us how the hell to get through those years
Too young to see it coming
Did you forget how to fly now darling?
Oh cause I still think we could get back there
You in your ripped up jeans, my plain white t
We had to be the coolest on the street
Oh how the time sure flies
Now we've lost our minds
But to me you will always be
Eighteen
Growing up was tough
Yeah we messed up, a lot
But I'm proud of where we ended up
Growing up was tough
Yeah we messed up, a lot
But I'm proud of where we ended up
You in your ripped up jeans, my plain white t
We had to be the coolest on the street
Oh how the time sure flies
Now we've lost our minds
But to me you will always be
Eighteen
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Writer(s): Procyshen Julianna
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