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 yeah
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 polaroids 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 yeah
Cause 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 somethin' you know the deal
Let's get to dancin' grab all your friends and let's make some memories in the hills
F*ck 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 laugh til it hurts ya 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 f*cked all the standards
Die for the moments time stands still oh
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 yeah
Brandon Brown - White Vans Lyrics
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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 yeah
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 polaroids 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 yeah
Cause 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 somethin' you know the deal
Let's get to dancin' grab all your friends and let's make some memories in the hills
F*ck 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 laugh til it hurts ya 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 f*cked all the standards
Die for the moments time stands still oh
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 yeah
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 yeah
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 polaroids 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 yeah
Cause 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 somethin' you know the deal
Let's get to dancin' grab all your friends and let's make some memories in the hills
F*ck 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 laugh til it hurts ya 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 f*cked all the standards
Die for the moments time stands still oh
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 yeah
Writer: Brandon Brown, Tanisha Clarke
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Brandon Brown
Language: English
Length: 3:32
Written by: Brandon Brown, Tanisha Clarke