letra de white vans - brandon brown
chorus
those white vans you bought last week are stained
streaks of green and sand from osheaga
stories of the night and drips of paint
dancing on the very souls that raised us
cause they got new sh-t but i got rent
and my old clothes smell of cigarettes oh
tattered jeans on my c-ssettes, cheaper highs and ocean s-x
our teenage years won’t ever end ya
verse
sneaking out at midnight we’d drive straight up out the city oh
stealing liquor from my wooden cabinet tip-toe out the door turn off my phone
love it seemed so picturesque those polaroid’s still line my dresser oh
i’d give it all to live those years again go back to where we were before
chorus
those white vans you bought last week are stained
streaks of green and sand from osheaga
stories of the night and drips of paint
dancing on the very souls that raised us
cause they got new sh-t but i got rent
and my old clothes smell of cigarettes oh
tattered jeans on my c-ssettes, cheaper highs and ocean s-x
our teenage years won’t ever end ya
verse 2
we got the drinks we like to party
i’m so tired of this life i live
swing me the bombay, sip over sade
roll up a something you know the deal
let’s get to dancing grab all your friends and let’s make some memories in the hills
f-ck all the standards let’s take some chances they’re only dreams until it’s all real
why don’t you pack your bags come and run away open your heart to heal
cry when you learn yeah, laugh til it hurts yeah, hand out the window one on the wheel
everyone’s older now but we’ll never change, we still live for the thrill
took all the chances, f-cked all their standards, die for the moments time stands still
bridge
forever in this place yeah, this feeling’s something i can’t live without
so close i can taste it, take me high and never bring me down
forever in this place yeah, this feeling’s something i can’t live without
so close i can taste it
chorus
those white vans you bought last week are stained
streaks of green and sand from osheaga
stories of the night and drips of paint
dancing on the very souls that raised us
cause they got new sh-t but i got rent
and my old clothes smell of cigarettes oh
tattered jeans on my c-ssettes, cheaper highs and ocean s-x
our teenage years won’t ever end ya
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