greetings

Turn 18, no one can save ya
Gradually grow more unstable
Need something to numb the pain instead
21 and out of flavors
Fall in love with someone's neighbor
Rent a limousine and get some head

Days are long like Massachusetts
Break the handcuffs, let me loose with
Pockets full like private school kids
Soul is empty, money's useless

Age is more than just a number
Social life, a frozen tundra
Throw my phone into the microwave
Greetings from the gates of heavеn
Model side chicks, armageddon
Bank account goes zеro, zero, zero, zero, zero

Days are long like Massachusetts
Break the handcuffs, let me loose with
Pockets full like private school kids
Soul is empty, money's useless

Days are long like Massachusetts
Break the handcuffs, let me loose with
Pockets full like private school kids
Soul is empty, money's useless



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Cox, Patrick Feeley
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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