BritRock

And it is not the cause But maybe the effects That has 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 can feel it on my lips I feel it in my bones and I feel it in my hips And the party's almost over But 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 So 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 I'm running my mouth And there's tears in my eyes And my head in my hands And I open my trunk, yeah, I open my trunk And my baseball cards are still in there They're still in there Hold on, wake up Get drunk, get fucked up Hold on, wake up Get drunk, get fucked up Hold on, wake up Get drunk, get fucked up Hold on, wake up Get drunk, get fucked up