757 Lyrics by 100 gecs is a New English song from the album “10,000 gecs” sung by popular duo 100 gecs. Lyrics of this song are penned down by Laura Les & Dylan Brady and music produced by Dylan Brady & Laura Les.
Song Details
Singer : 100 gecs
Album : 10,000 gecs
Lyrics : Laura Les, Dylan Brady
Music : Dylan Brady, Laura Les
Label : Dog Show Records
757 Lyrics
Seven-fifty-seven
Yeah, I’ll never go to heaven
I’ve been smokin’ since eleven
Told the devil he’s a lemon
Yeah, it’s seven-fifty-seven
Yeah, I’ll never go to heaven
I’ve been smokin’ since eleven
Told the devil he’s a lemon, yeah
Seven-fifty-seven
Yeah, I’ll never go to heaven
I’ve been smokin’ since eleven
Told the devil he’s a lemon
I got problems with my spending
All these horses in my engine
Doing eighty in a thirty
But I’m never in a hurry
Screaming, “La-di-da-di-da-di
All I wanna do is party”
Drinkin’ bottles of Moscato
Takin’ pictures with a model
Stayin’ up until the morning
Wish that I was more discerning
Goin’ wild like coyote
Where’s the water? Something’s burnin’, yeah
Seven-fifty-seven
Yeah, I’ll never go to heaven
I’ve been smokin’ since eleven
Told the devil he’s a lemon, yeah
Seven-fifty-seven
Yeah, I’ll never go to heaven
I’ve been smokin’ since eleven
Told the devil he’s a lemon, yeah
Today I’m feeling pitiful
I’m dumb and hypocritical
I’m taking things too literal
When it was hypothetical
I got the things I wanted
Now I’m whining over nothing
I’ve got boulders in my shoulder’s
And my head’s a roller-coaster
I need to stop all the noise
Get a little older
Be a little sweeter
Taking things slower
Except for night because we’re going down to Malibu
We’re burning down the interstate
We’re rolling down the windows yellin’
Seven-fifty-seven
Yeah, I’ll never go to heaven
I’ve been smokin’ since eleven
Told the devil he’s a lemon, yeah
Seven-fifty-seven
Yeah, I’ll never go to heaven
I’ve been smokin’ since eleven
Told the devil he’s a lemon, yeah
I smell the trees when I’m in Colorado
Interior gas station McDonald’s
I left my cell phone dead at the house
I see the stars when the sun goes down
Somebody’s making money off of my problems
The way that you’re talking, you’d better wear a condom
I smell cowards and sons of a b*tch
Everything quick all smells like sh*t
I smell the trees when I’m in Colorado
Interior gas station McDonald’s
I left my cell phone dead at the house
I see the stars when the sun goes down