Motocross

Am I stupid, am I dumb? Is my touch what makes you numb? Am I just too much at times? I don't like change, keep your dimes I've got voices in my head Saying, "Don't get out of bed" Why can't you just tell me I'm wrong? Say I'm perfect to get along Don't you know (Mmm) you ain't 18 no more? Don't you know you growin' old? Don't you know you ain't 18 no more? Don't you know, my one and only? Feeling unwanted, I'm Josh and you're Mindy But, Drake is waiting in the Windy City for me Should I go home? What do you know? My selfish destruction is based in FOMO Pokémon trainers to bottles of painkillers Growing old, it is a beautiful thing Also the end of my world, how 'bout you girl? Could you tell me your thoughts? Yeah-ah Don't you know you ain't 18 no more? Don't you know you growin' old? (D-doo, doo) Don't you know you ain't 18 no more? Don't you know, my one and only? I've got voices in my soul Saying, "Give up on your goals" Maybe I just might (Mmm) (Maybe I, maybe I) Billy & Mandy, like I feel so Grim When I see that you dumped me and chose him But, I'm okay 'cause I want to forgive Get with the motion, I needed to swim or sink I needed to, oh-oh-oh I needed to, oh-oh-oh I needed to, oh (Argh!) Don't you know you ain't 18 no more? Don't you know you growin' old? Don't you know you ain't 18 no more? Don't you know, my one and only? Oh-oh-oh I needed to, oh-oh-oh I needed to, oh-oh-oh I needed to (Hello, John) (D-doo, doo) (Haha!) (D-doo, doo)

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