Lyrics to 757 by 100 gecs
Seven-fifty-seven
Yeah, I’ll never go to heaven
I’ve been smokin’ since eleven
Told the devil he’s a lemon, yeah
Seven-fifty-seven
Yeah, I’ll never go to heaven
I’ve been smokin’ since eleven
Told the devil he’s a lemon, yeah
Seven-fifty-seven
Yeah, I’ll never go to heaven
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
I’m never in a hurry
Screaming: “La-di-da-di-da-di
Everybody wanna party”
Drinkin’ bottles of Moscato
Takin’ pictures with a model
Stayin’ up until the morning
Wish that I was more discrening
Goin’ wild like coyote
Where’s the water, something’s burning
Seven-fifty-seven
Yeah, I’ll never go to heaven
I’ve been smokin’ since eleven
Told the devil he’s a lemon, yeah
Seven-fifty-seven
Yeah, I’ll never go to heaven
I’ve been smokin’ since eleven
Told the devil he’s a lemon, yeah
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 shoulder’s 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 night because we’re going down to Malibu
We’re burning down the interstate
We’re rolling down the windows yelling “seven-fifty-seven, yeah I’ll never go to heaven”
Seven-fifty-seven
Yeah, I’ll never go to heaven
I’ve been smokin’ since eleven
Told the devil he’s a lemon, yeah
Seven-fifty-seven
Yeah, I’ll never go to heaven
I’ve been smokin’ since eleven
Told the devil he’s a lemon, yeah
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
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
I exhale the blunt smoke, it sounds like a shotgun
I wanted a deal so I went out and I got one
Live in dog years and I feel 26
Yeah, I’m old bitch, but I learn new tricks
Like to throw hands like a ton of new bricks
Stay and smoke through trees that look like little sticks
Yeah, I smoke trees, little trees like dicks (hehehehe)