Late night, blurry vision You and me back in this position Hang tight, baby listen When you wanna leave, take me by the wrist And let’s go missing Fall into your bed with that hunger in your eyes I can only pray your roommate took her Ambien tonight
Folks can call us juvenile, we can call them jealous We believe that staying young’s a choice No matter what they tell us No matter what they tell us
They say what, what a shame But we ain’t the kind to go and change We stay straight misbehave nowadays (?) Cuz we ain’t tryna be saints Cuz we ain’t tryna be, tryna be saints Cuz we ain’t tryna be, tryna be saints
Slow dance on the bleachers I love it when you’re smoking in that old Nirvana t-shirt Slow jams on your broken speakers Life and times of the dreamers and the simple creatures Fill your paper coffee cups with seven dollar wine Your roommate’s probably praying that we’ll sleep at mine tonight
She can call us juvenile, we can call her jealous We believe that staying young’s a choice No matter what they tell us No matter what they tell us
They say what, what a shame But we ain’t the kind to go and change We stay straight misbehave nowadays (?) Cuz we ain’t tryna be saints Cuz we ain’t tryna be, tryna be saints Cuz we ain’t tryna be, tryna be saints
Honestly my fear of missing out will be the death of me Can’t say no to saying yes at every opportunity Holy Spirit I can feel it in my bones, oh I’m no sinner but together I just might forsake my soul
They say what, what a shame But we ain’t the kind to go and change We stay straight misbehave nowadays (?) Cuz we ain’t tryna be saints Cuz we ain’t tryna be, tryna be saints Cuz we ain’t tryna be, tryna be saints Cuz we ain’t tryna be, tryna be saintsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
