Brandon Brown - WHITE VANS lyrics
[Brandon Brown - WHITE VANS lyrics]
Those white vans you bought
Last week are stained
Streaks of green and sand from Osheaga
Stories of the night and drips of paint
Dancing on the very souls that raised us
Cause they got new shit but I got rent
And my old clothes smell of cigarettes oh
Tattered jeans on my cassettes
Cheaper highs and ocean sex
Our teenage years won’t ever end ya
Sneaking out at midnight we’d drive straight
Up out the city oh
Stealing liquor from my wooden
Cabinet tip-toe out
The door turn off my phone love it seemed so
Picturesque those polaroid’s
Still line my dresser oh
I’d give it all to live those years again
Go back to where we were before
Those white vans you bought
Last week are stained
Streaks of green and sand from Osheaga
Stories of the night and drips of paint
Dancing on the very souls that raised us
Cause they got new shit but I got rent
And my old clothes smell of cigarettes oh
Tattered jeans on my cassettes
Cheaper highs and ocean sex
Our teenage years won’t ever end ya
We got the drinks we like to party
I’m so tired of this life I live
Swing me the Bombay, sip over Sade
Roll up a something you know the deal
Let’s get to dancing grab
All your friends and
Let’s make some memories in the hills
Fuck all the standards let’s
Take some chances
They’re only dreams until it’s all real
Why don’t you pack your bags come and
Run away open your heart to heal
Cry when you learn yeah, laugh
Til it hurts yeah
Hand out the window one on the wheel
Everyone’s older now but we’ll never change
We still live for the thrill
Took all the chances, fucked
All their standards
Die for the moments time stands still
Forever in this place yeah
This feeling’s something I can’t live without
So close I can taste it
Take me high and never bring me down
Forever in this place yeah
This feeling’s something I can’t live without
So close I can taste it
Those white vans you bought
Last week are stained
Streaks of green and sand from Osheaga
Stories of the night and drips of paint
Dancing on the very souls that raised us
Cause they got new shit but I got rent
And my old clothes smell of cigarettes oh
Tattered jeans on my cassettes
Cheaper highs and ocean sex
Our teenage years won’t ever end ya
Last week are stained
Streaks of green and sand from Osheaga
Stories of the night and drips of paint
Dancing on the very souls that raised us
Cause they got new shit but I got rent
And my old clothes smell of cigarettes oh
Tattered jeans on my cassettes
Cheaper highs and ocean sex
Our teenage years won’t ever end ya
Sneaking out at midnight we’d drive straight
Up out the city oh
Stealing liquor from my wooden
Cabinet tip-toe out
The door turn off my phone love it seemed so
Picturesque those polaroid’s
Still line my dresser oh
I’d give it all to live those years again
Go back to where we were before
Those white vans you bought
Last week are stained
Streaks of green and sand from Osheaga
Stories of the night and drips of paint
Dancing on the very souls that raised us
Cause they got new shit but I got rent
And my old clothes smell of cigarettes oh
Tattered jeans on my cassettes
Cheaper highs and ocean sex
Our teenage years won’t ever end ya
We got the drinks we like to party
I’m so tired of this life I live
Swing me the Bombay, sip over Sade
Roll up a something you know the deal
Let’s get to dancing grab
All your friends and
Let’s make some memories in the hills
Fuck all the standards let’s
Take some chances
They’re only dreams until it’s all real
Why don’t you pack your bags come and
Run away open your heart to heal
Cry when you learn yeah, laugh
Til it hurts yeah
Hand out the window one on the wheel
Everyone’s older now but we’ll never change
We still live for the thrill
Took all the chances, fucked
All their standards
Die for the moments time stands still
Forever in this place yeah
This feeling’s something I can’t live without
So close I can taste it
Take me high and never bring me down
Forever in this place yeah
This feeling’s something I can’t live without
So close I can taste it
Those white vans you bought
Last week are stained
Streaks of green and sand from Osheaga
Stories of the night and drips of paint
Dancing on the very souls that raised us
Cause they got new shit but I got rent
And my old clothes smell of cigarettes oh
Tattered jeans on my cassettes
Cheaper highs and ocean sex
Our teenage years won’t ever end ya