dressing up,
not giving a ****
we drive deep into the heart of the night,
'cause this day is gonna be tight.
The big 18,
at last.
Dressed up in the finest clothes,
going on a hit in the town.
Going wherever the **** I please.
I don't know who didn't tell ya,
but I'm done giving a ****
I'm going, music pumpin' through the speakers,
the smoke rollen deep in my lungs.
I can't take the life anymore,
so i leave it behind.
I'm here
I'm out
ready to start again.
Its me and the tux,
a friend or two,
and we ride off in the summer city lights.
So,
sorry, sorry
I've left my place,
I'm never going back,
job in lace.
**** me, or let me live,
I'll have fun either way.
I've waited 18 years for this,
***** I'll do as I please.
Too bad,
I'm only 15.
I can dream.
I can Imagine.
Leaving This Place.
It will be tuxedo friday,
cruising away,
and leaving this past life
behind
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 12:27 PM UTC
dressing up,
not giving a ****
we drive deep into the heart of the night,
'cause this day is gonna be tight.
The big 18,
at last.
Dressed up in the finest clothes,
going on a hit in the town.
Going wherever the **** I please.
I don't know who didn't tell ya,
but I'm done giving a ****
I'm going, music pumpin' through the speakers,
the smoke rollen deep in my lungs.
I can't take the life anymore,
so i leave it behind.
I'm here
I'm out
ready to start again.
Its me and the tux,
a friend or two,
and we ride off in the summer city lights.
So,
sorry, sorry
I've left my place,
I'm never going back,
job in lace.
**** me, or let me live,
I'll have fun either way.
I've waited 18 years for this,
***** I'll do as I please.
Too bad,
I'm only 15.
I can dream.
I can Imagine.
Leaving This Place.
It will be tuxedo friday,
cruising away,
and leaving this past life
behind
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