Twenty Twenty, I'm still mourning Elvis Presley He lives in my phone with all my friends Who I've never met
Twenty Something, I still feel like I'm a kid I keep getting older it's in my head It's just like you said
I'm surrounded by two thousands kids Dollar bills, no consequence They all love it here, the ignorance The internet, she's limitless I'm so sick of it, I'm sick of this What can I do I'm one of them
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Twenty Twenty, I'm still mourning Elvis Presley He lives in my phone with all my friends Who I've never met Twenty Something, I hate my body, I'm over this It's not getting better I'm in my bed Just waiting for the end
Like I'm some kind of suburban cowboy Mama said you stick to your guns You'll be the storm when trouble comes I feel so alone, I feel lost at home Father said you listen here son Don't forget what you come from You can't just cut in line and expect your turn to ride Pay your dues, take a chance, make a stand Change is in your hands
Twenty twenty, I'm still mourning Elvis Presley He lives in my phone with all my friends Who I've never met Twenty something, I still smell like cigarettes It's not getting better I'm in my head Man I'm such a messTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
