[00:00.00] 作词 : Tomas Gaynor
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Tomas Gaynor/Mitch Graunke/Cam Ludik
[00:15.44]I just can't love like it's back then
[00:19.15]We've been through too many bad things
[00:23.04]I got some models
[00:25.33]Coming through with me now
[00:26.93]I think my life is as stupid as it sounds
[00:30.68]And she chop-chop scissor it
[00:32.04]Roll and twist the end
[00:33.60]Inhale, hold it, wait then blow it out
[00:35.91]We're high in this bitch again
[00:37.35]Thunder cracking, Melbourne city shit
[00:39.69]Long-ass winters here
[00:41.14]If I love her, I shall never mention it
[00:44.19]When you're racing through my mind
[00:47.46]It's your raceway and you really can drive
[00:51.17]When you're changing lanes, burning tyres
[00:54.75]It's your raceway and you really can drive
[00:58.49]You really
[01:00.64]If I die now, nothing salty
[01:03.75]Just bring me flowers when you drop me
[01:08.12]What doesn't kill you makes you stronger
[01:11.45]But sometimes you turn into a monster
[01:14.82]But when you treat someone like they dirt
[01:17.25]Then eventually
[01:18.64]They gon' turn around and be the dirt
[01:20.96]That you said that they'd be
[01:22.46]You can take the boy from them hills
[01:24.75]Can't take them from me
[01:26.15]And you play pretend like I'm barely a memory
[01:29.75]When you're racing through my mind
[01:32.39]It's your raceway and you really can drive
[01:35.98]When you're changing lanes, burning tyres
[01:40.07]It's your raceway and you really can drive
[01:43.63]You really
[01:59.55]We're some ill-adjusted adults
[02:01.26]Sleep in the lounge room, surfing channels
[02:03.80]Girls texting, not ****ing at all
[02:05.42]'Cause when we're done its too much to handle
[02:07.41]Just us recovering
[02:08.29]Lost lust back when I was a teen
[02:11.40]B-ball dreams, 6AM, I'm bucketing
[02:13.13]Head shaved, no-one ****ing with me
[02:15.08]Know they get hotter when you break their heart
[02:16.66]If they don't you break it way too hard
[02:18.48]Move on quick like a racing car
[02:20.29]Stay popping champagne for ya
[02:22.18]Podium first place for ya
[02:24.05]I'm sorry for the way we are
[02:26.00]Roaring that engine
[02:27.69]Ignoring my text and
[02:29.81]When you're racing through my mind
[02:32.40]It's your raceway and you really can drive
[02:36.08]When you're changing lanes, burning tyres
[02:39.92]It's your raceway and you really can drive
[02:43.72]You really

作词 : Tomas Gaynor
作曲 : Tomas Gaynor/Mitch Graunke/Cam Ludik
I just can't love like it's back then
We've been through too many bad things
I got some models
Coming through with me now
I think my life is as stupid as it sounds
And she chop-chop scissor it
Roll and twist the end
Inhale, hold it, wait then blow it out
We're high in this bitch again
Thunder cracking, Melbourne city shit
Long-ass winters here
If I love her, I shall never mention it
When you're racing through my mind
It's your raceway and you really can drive
When you're changing lanes, burning tyres
It's your raceway and you really can drive
You really
If I die now, nothing salty
Just bring me flowers when you drop me
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger
But sometimes you turn into a monster
But when you treat someone like they dirt
Then eventually
They gon' turn around and be the dirt
That you said that they'd be
You can take the boy from them hills
Can't take them from me
And you play pretend like I'm barely a memory
When you're racing through my mind
It's your raceway and you really can drive
When you're changing lanes, burning tyres
It's your raceway and you really can drive
You really
We're some ill-adjusted adults
Sleep in the lounge room, surfing channels
Girls texting, not ****ing at all
'Cause when we're done its too much to handle
Just us recovering
Lost lust back when I was a teen
B-ball dreams, 6AM, I'm bucketing
Head shaved, no-one ****ing with me
Know they get hotter when you break their heart
If they don't you break it way too hard
Move on quick like a racing car
Stay popping champagne for ya
Podium first place for ya
I'm sorry for the way we are
Roaring that engine
Ignoring my text and
When you're racing through my mind
It's your raceway and you really can drive
When you're changing lanes, burning tyres
It's your raceway and you really can drive
You really