18 - Etta Bond, Chris Loco

Late nights, big beats

Waking up from shit sleep

Wrong side of the bed

With a pounding in my head

Well, my bed’s against the wall

Which means if there’s a better side

To get out of then I wouldn’t know at all

Maybe that’s my downfall

I should rearrange my room

I should rearrange my life

Tired of sleeping in the day

And waking up in the night, but

Since when do dreams have routines?

I’m just living life like I’m 18

I’m just living life

I’m just living life like I’m 18

I’m just living life like I’m 18

Etta, two seconds, please

Living like I’m 18 cause I never did when I was 18

Money over bitches under 18

Is what I said when I was 18

Fast forward, man are dead on doing 18s

I wanna go back in time

To the good old days

Were the old days good?

Is the truth just a lie?

I need a Virgin, I’m too big for Sky

I mean, 2015 women

I couldn’t sell my soul, I’m too much of a free spirit

Mum said it’s in your genes, just don’t put your genes in 'em, bitch

Cause you’re not a family guy, son, Pete Griffin is

Just about enough

Too much alcohol’s just about enough

I’m just living life like I’m 18

I’m just living life like I’m 18

I’m just living life

I’m just living life like I’m 18

I’m just living life like I’m 18

Like I’m 18

I’m just living life like I’m 18