| You’re a curse |
| A disease, and I caught it |
| Like a drug, slowly pulsing through my veins |
| and I dont want it anymore. |
| My feet on the dash, |
| 'cause we’re just kids, |
| running wild again |
| won’t stay this way for long i swear |
| And high top sneakers |
| and ripped up jeans |
| are the only things that I knew growing up in the streets |
| and the city lights always look so??? |
| You’re a mess |
| I can tell |
| And I love it. |
| So come in close |
| and hold me like you do |
| (don't let it slip away this time) |
| look around and stare back at me |
| burning hearts |
| are beating like they should |
| just??? |
| Things that turn my fingers green |
| just so I can be something |
| going back and forth between |
| what I say and what I mean |
| Things that turn my fingers green |
| just so i can be something |
| going back and forth between |
| what i say and what i mean |
| And high top sneakers |
| and ripped up jeans |
| are the only things that I knew growing up in the streets |
| and the city lights always look so??? |
| you’re going somewhere |
| you’re going nowhere |
| they’re always telling you you’re |
| going somewhere |
| you’re going nowhere |
| you’re going somewhere |
| you’re going nowhere |
| they’re always telling you you’re |
| going somewhere |
| you’re going nowhere |
| And high top sneakers |
| and ripped up jeans |
| are the only things that I knew growing up in the streets |
| and the city lights always look so??? |
| And high top sneakers |
| and ripped up jeans |
| are the only things that I knew growing up in the streets |
| and the city lights always look so??? |
| And high top sneakers |
| and ripped up jeans |
| are the only things that I knew growing up in the streets |
| and the city lights always look so??? |