18
It ain't the same when we speak
I used to live it for the weekend
It was funny in our teams
Mate, you caught up in the deep end
We used to party like a Saturday night
On the high streets start looking for fights
We're tryna run from the police
Are you leaving for the weekend? Yeah
You've got no luck
You don't wanna grow up
But fall asleep
Do what your momma told ya
Put it together, dry your eyes
Said you can't be 18 all your life
And you woke up
Seven years are gone in the fast lane
Do what your daddy showed ya
You never could take his advice
Said you can't be 18 all your life
Said you can't be 18 all your life
Said you can't be 18 all your life
You must have loved him in your teens
Now you're caught up in the deep end
You're telling him to leave
'Cause your friends say you don't need him
He's put you through his pain
And you tell yourself he's changed
While you wipe them tears away
That's what you say
You used to party like a Saturday night
On the high streets still looking real nice
While he's tryna run from the police
You'll be leaving for the week
You'll be leaving for the week
You've got no luck
You don't wanna grow up
But fall asleep
Do what your momma told ya
Put it together, dry your eyes
Said you can't be 18 all your life
And you woke up
Seven years are gone in the fast lane
Do what your daddy showed ya
You never could take his advice
Said you can't be 18 all your life
Said you can't be 18 all your life
Said you can't be 18 all your life
Dry your eyes
Yeah, just dry your eyes
Yeah, just dry your eyes
Yeah, just dry your eyes
You've got no luck
You don't wanna grow up
But fall asleep
Do what your momma told ya
Put it together, dry your eyes
Said you can't be 18 all your life
And you woke up
Seven years are gone in the fast lane
Do what your daddy showed ya
You never could take his advice
Said you can't be 18 all your life
Said you can't be 18 all your life
Said you can't be 18 all your life
I used to live it for the weekend
It was funny in our teams
Mate, you caught up in the deep end
We used to party like a Saturday night
On the high streets start looking for fights
We're tryna run from the police
Are you leaving for the weekend? Yeah
You've got no luck
You don't wanna grow up
But fall asleep
Do what your momma told ya
Put it together, dry your eyes
Said you can't be 18 all your life
And you woke up
Seven years are gone in the fast lane
Do what your daddy showed ya
You never could take his advice
Said you can't be 18 all your life
Said you can't be 18 all your life
Said you can't be 18 all your life
You must have loved him in your teens
Now you're caught up in the deep end
You're telling him to leave
'Cause your friends say you don't need him
He's put you through his pain
And you tell yourself he's changed
While you wipe them tears away
That's what you say
You used to party like a Saturday night
On the high streets still looking real nice
While he's tryna run from the police
You'll be leaving for the week
You'll be leaving for the week
You've got no luck
You don't wanna grow up
But fall asleep
Do what your momma told ya
Put it together, dry your eyes
Said you can't be 18 all your life
And you woke up
Seven years are gone in the fast lane
Do what your daddy showed ya
You never could take his advice
Said you can't be 18 all your life
Said you can't be 18 all your life
Said you can't be 18 all your life
Dry your eyes
Yeah, just dry your eyes
Yeah, just dry your eyes
Yeah, just dry your eyes
You've got no luck
You don't wanna grow up
But fall asleep
Do what your momma told ya
Put it together, dry your eyes
Said you can't be 18 all your life
And you woke up
Seven years are gone in the fast lane
Do what your daddy showed ya
You never could take his advice
Said you can't be 18 all your life
Said you can't be 18 all your life
Said you can't be 18 all your life
Credits
Writer(s): Pablo Bowman, Richard Paul Badger Boardman, Harvey Thomas Kirkby, Rhys Kirkby-cox, Dylan Sitts
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Ain't Smiled in Ages
- Hoodies & Hats
- Think About His Mother - Single
- All My Friends Are Taking Drugs - Single
- Coming With You - Single
- Paper Aeroplanes - Single
- Just for Charlie and His Pennies
- Just for the Times
- Radio (bullet tooth Remix) [feat. Grim Sickers, Dream Mclean & Manga Saint Hilare] - Single
- Radio
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