Lyrics: Ethan Healy/Conrad Hsiang/Grant Yarber
Music: Ethan Healy/Conrad Hsiang/Grant Yarber
Why time got his Nikes on
Running so fast you gone kill someone
And last time I checked who my friend is
Don't depend on a stimulant
And the daydreams sting like sunburn
Eighteen and ain't getting younger
Why time got his Nikes on
(Go)
What's the truth without someone to hear it
What's a feeling without someone to feel it
What's appealing
Sleep in on the weekend
Home solo, spinning on the ceiling
And every day is the same
When the name of the game's
Break sweat to break even (yeah)
Tell fate hit the breaks
Man I'm done switching lanes
Just looking for a reason (for a reason)
Yeah, you call shotgun
And I'll sit in the back of my mind
Yeah, you prima donna
But don't kill my body high
Why time got his Nikes on
Running so fast you gone kill someone
And last time I checked who my friend is
Don't depend on a stimulant
And the daydreams sting like sunburn
Eighteen and ain't getting younger
Why time got his Nikes on
Blue thoughts, double knots, don't trip
Slow pitch, love notes, lunch box, yeah
High five, up top, no watch
My time off-line, unlocked, yeah
Yeah, you call shotgun
And I'll sit in the back of my mind
Yeah, you prima donna
But don't kill my body high
Why time got his Nikes on
Running so fast you gone kill someone
And last time I checked who my friend is
Don't depend on a stimulant
And the daydreams sting like sunburn
Eighteen and ain't getting younger
Why time got his Nikes on