Video tape my life
Pressing play to find
Times we'd play around
Now I just
Press play the count
The good old days
Funny cause we're still so young
I guess I dealt with all this pain
Reminiscing about some old love
All I do is press play
I miss VHS
I miss when I could be free
Back on my street
Cause now I'm a mess
Back when we would play
Watch for cracks in pavement
Just got a text from the homie
Caught by the police
New arraignment
Coming up
Hope he don't rot for me
I'm f*cking up
All of my legal fees and hoping that I get to be
Who I should
Before this life come take the time from me
Honestly I don't even know if I can survive to twenty three
Six feet deep
Dirt on my eyes
Some envy me
And I don't know why
I'm just your average joe
Chase a dream don't drown
Always end up being broke
Spent it all on the sound
So I say i'll be back on top one day
I gotta stop checking my watch
Time go by I'm afraid of this clock
So I watch
Video tape my life
Pressing play to find
Times we'd play around
Now I just
Press play to count
The good old days
Funny cause we're still so young
I guess I dealt with all this pain
Reminiscing about some old love
We're defined by a noose
Hanging from a thread
Only option cut him loose
Let me dangle instead
They say I'm too real for the fake and that's alright
Let the lost roam free tonight this is our life
Use to be the tin can sodas
With the candy pills
Now we run around with a Colt 45
Just to help how we feel
Numb the pain
With novocaine
Pouring dark liquor for the squad
They say it's going to the brain
Let's live life like the old days
When the rain help the dirt wash away
Now we sleep in and we dream of it
With our so called Miss beloved
Who ain't shit
Cause you ain't me
Nineteen years lived but I'm still a kid
On my grown shit
Paying bills for my crib
Living on my own shit
Ten P.M
Momma working probably why I'm lonely
Guess that means it's safe to say
That I'm the one and only
Aha you bitch
Yeah I'm still me
Even if I can't go back imma still be
Ay, gimme the bottle
F*ck I don't got no bottle
That's weird I normally do
Bitch
Ay where you at Lucas?
Hey come hop in this
Wait that's where the bottles at?
Ah you a bitch
Man f*ck
Pass me that shit man come on
Jona & Lucas Quinn - Video Tapes Lyrics
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Video tape my life
Pressing play to find
Times we'd play around
Now I just
Press play the count
The good old days
Funny cause we're still so young
I guess I dealt with all this pain
Reminiscing about some old love
All I do is press play
I miss VHS
I miss when I could be free
Back on my street
Cause now I'm a mess
Back when we would play
Watch for cracks in pavement
Just got a text from the homie
Caught by the police
New arraignment
Coming up
Hope he don't rot for me
I'm f*cking up
All of my legal fees and hoping that I get to be
Who I should
Before this life come take the time from me
Honestly I don't even know if I can survive to twenty three
Six feet deep
Dirt on my eyes
Some envy me
And I don't know why
I'm just your average joe
Chase a dream don't drown
Always end up being broke
Spent it all on the sound
So I say i'll be back on top one day
I gotta stop checking my watch
Time go by I'm afraid of this clock
So I watch
Video tape my life
Pressing play to find
Times we'd play around
Now I just
Press play to count
The good old days
Funny cause we're still so young
I guess I dealt with all this pain
Reminiscing about some old love
We're defined by a noose
Hanging from a thread
Only option cut him loose
Let me dangle instead
They say I'm too real for the fake and that's alright
Let the lost roam free tonight this is our life
Use to be the tin can sodas
With the candy pills
Now we run around with a Colt 45
Just to help how we feel
Numb the pain
With novocaine
Pouring dark liquor for the squad
They say it's going to the brain
Let's live life like the old days
When the rain help the dirt wash away
Now we sleep in and we dream of it
With our so called Miss beloved
Who ain't shit
Cause you ain't me
Nineteen years lived but I'm still a kid
On my grown shit
Paying bills for my crib
Living on my own shit
Ten P.M
Momma working probably why I'm lonely
Guess that means it's safe to say
That I'm the one and only
Aha you bitch
Yeah I'm still me
Even if I can't go back imma still be
Ay, gimme the bottle
F*ck I don't got no bottle
That's weird I normally do
Bitch
Ay where you at Lucas?
Hey come hop in this
Wait that's where the bottles at?
Ah you a bitch
Man f*ck
Pass me that shit man come on
Pressing play to find
Times we'd play around
Now I just
Press play the count
The good old days
Funny cause we're still so young
I guess I dealt with all this pain
Reminiscing about some old love
All I do is press play
I miss VHS
I miss when I could be free
Back on my street
Cause now I'm a mess
Back when we would play
Watch for cracks in pavement
Just got a text from the homie
Caught by the police
New arraignment
Coming up
Hope he don't rot for me
I'm f*cking up
All of my legal fees and hoping that I get to be
Who I should
Before this life come take the time from me
Honestly I don't even know if I can survive to twenty three
Six feet deep
Dirt on my eyes
Some envy me
And I don't know why
I'm just your average joe
Chase a dream don't drown
Always end up being broke
Spent it all on the sound
So I say i'll be back on top one day
I gotta stop checking my watch
Time go by I'm afraid of this clock
So I watch
Video tape my life
Pressing play to find
Times we'd play around
Now I just
Press play to count
The good old days
Funny cause we're still so young
I guess I dealt with all this pain
Reminiscing about some old love
We're defined by a noose
Hanging from a thread
Only option cut him loose
Let me dangle instead
They say I'm too real for the fake and that's alright
Let the lost roam free tonight this is our life
Use to be the tin can sodas
With the candy pills
Now we run around with a Colt 45
Just to help how we feel
Numb the pain
With novocaine
Pouring dark liquor for the squad
They say it's going to the brain
Let's live life like the old days
When the rain help the dirt wash away
Now we sleep in and we dream of it
With our so called Miss beloved
Who ain't shit
Cause you ain't me
Nineteen years lived but I'm still a kid
On my grown shit
Paying bills for my crib
Living on my own shit
Ten P.M
Momma working probably why I'm lonely
Guess that means it's safe to say
That I'm the one and only
Aha you bitch
Yeah I'm still me
Even if I can't go back imma still be
Ay, gimme the bottle
F*ck I don't got no bottle
That's weird I normally do
Bitch
Ay where you at Lucas?
Hey come hop in this
Wait that's where the bottles at?
Ah you a bitch
Man f*ck
Pass me that shit man come on
Writer: Jonathan Uzquiano, Lukas McLaughlin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid