757 (Physical Version)

[Chorus: Dylan Brady] Seven-fifty-seven Yeah, I'll never go to heaven I've been smokin' since eleven Told the devil he's a lemon Yeah, it's seven-fifty-seven Yeah, I'll never go to heaven I've been smokin' since eleven Told the devil he's a lemon, yeah [Verse 1: Dylan Brady] Seven-fifty-seven Yеah, I'll never go to heavеn I've been smokin' since eleven Told the devil he's a lemon I got problems with my spending All these horses in my engine Doing eighty in a thirty But I'm never in a hurry Screaming, "La-di-da-di-da-di All I wanna do is party" Drinkin' bottles of Moscato Takin' pictures with a model Stayin' up until the morning Wish that I was more discerning Goin' wild like coyote Where's the water? Something's burnin', yeah [Chorus: Dylan Brady] Seven-fifty-seven Yeah, I'll never go to heaven I've been smokin' since eleven Told the devil he's a lemon Yeah, it's seven-fifty-seven Yeah, I'll never go to heaven I've been smokin' since eleven Told the devil he's a lemon, yeah [Verse 2: Laura Les] Today I'm feeling pitiful I'm dumb and hypocritical I'm taking things too literal When it was hypothetical I got the things I wanted Now I'm whining over nothing I've got boulders on my shoulders And my head's a rollercoaster I wanna stop all the noise Get a little older Be a little sweeter Taking things slower Except for not tonight because we're going down to Malibu We're burning down the interstate We're rolling down the windows yellin' [Chorus: Dylan Brady, Laura Les & Dylan Brady] Seven-fifty-seven Yeah, I'll never go to heaven I've been smokin' since eleven Told the devil he's a lemon Yeah, it's seven-fifty-seven Yeah, I'll never go to heaven I've been smokin' since eleven Told the devil he's a lemon, yeah [Outro: Laura Les] Now we're heading down the road on the interstate I look out the window and I feel okay I can feel the air when it hits my face I just love the feeling, I just love the feeling I can feel the changes and it's something I'm embracing Taking time out just to waste it instead of always fucking pacing I'm oiling the hinges but I'm learning all my limits I don't get bent out of shape 'cause it's all okay Heading down the road on the interstate I look out the window and I feel okay I can feel the air when it's in my face I just love the feeling, I just love the feeling