Letra de BritRock

And it is not the cause but maybe the effects That have me feeling bad for these kids I've never met The ones who sit in class saying "I know all the answers" But never raise their hands cause they're scared of all the laughter And I know freedom's here, I feel it on my lips I feel it in my bones and I feel it in my hips But the party's almost over and I haven't said a word Oh yeah, baby, there's motive here for sure I wanna get old with you again So old with you again I wanna see my babies grow up really fast On the eastern side of France I wanna get old with you again Get old with you again I wanna see my babies grow up really fast On the eastern side of France And she wants me at the bottom with mud in my mouth And there's tears in my eyes and my head's in my hands And I open my trunk, yeah, I open my trunk My baseball cards are still in there They're still in there Hold on, wake up Get drunk, get fucked up And hold on, wake up Get drunk, get fucked up And hold on, wake up Get drunk, get fucked up And hold on, wake up Get drunk, get fucked up And got old with you again And got old with you again I wanna see my babies grow up really fast On the eastern side of France I wanna get old with you again Get old with you again I wanna see my babies grow up really fast On the eastern side of France And she wants me at the bottom with mud in my mouth And there's tears in my eyes and my head's in my hands And I open my trunk, yeah, I open my trunk My baseball cards are still in there They're still in there Hold on for me Don't forget this Hold on for me Don't forget this Don't