Laura Les
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 in my shoulders
And my head's a rollercoaster
Need to 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', "Seven-fifty-seven"
[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
[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
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's in my face
I just love the feeling, I just love the feeling