Xandellas - past eighteen Lyrics

Yeah, you're telling me, yeah
Oh woah, yea woah, uh oh
Telling me
Just a dream
Past eighteen
Mmm, aye yo perish this shit hot boy
You're telling me
Me and you, yeah, was just a dream
Lucky if I make it past eighteen
Shawty really struck me like a beam, oh
Now I'm insecure
You was immature
I don't know if I should cope, yeah, cope no more
I guess I gotta hope, yeah, hope some more
Don't wanna call my phone imma hide in the jetski
Landed in a crib, found out it was her bestie
Hit it from the back shawty begging to go slowly
Gave that dick a 99 I guess she call me Gretzky
Give me "necky"
In my fucking Bentley
"Ride that dick"
Then I kick her out like "Jet Li"
"Jet Li", booty bounce like jelly
Oh, woah
You're telling me
Me and you, yeah, was just a dream
Lucky if I make it past eighteen
Shawty really struck me like a beam, oh
You're telling me
Me and you, yeah, was just a dream
Lucky if I make it past eighteen
Shawty really struck me like a beam, oh
Now I'm insecure
You was immature
I don't know if I should cope, yeah, cope no more
I guess I gotta hope, yeah, hope some more
Now I'm insecure
You was immature
I don't know if I should cope, yeah, cope no more
I guess I gotta hope, yeah, hope some more

Yeah, you're telling me, yeah
Oh woah, yea woah, uh oh
Telling me
Just a dream
Past eighteen
Mmm, aye yo perish this shit hot boy
You're telling me
Me and you, yeah, was just a dream
Lucky if I make it past eighteen
Shawty really struck me like a beam, oh
Now I'm insecure
You was immature
I don't know if I should cope, yeah, cope no more
I guess I gotta hope, yeah, hope some more
Don't wanna call my phone imma hide in the jetski
Landed in a crib, found out it was her bestie
Hit it from the back shawty begging to go slowly
Gave that dick a 99 I guess she call me Gretzky
Give me "necky"
In my fucking Bentley
"Ride that dick"
Then I kick her out like "Jet Li"
"Jet Li", booty bounce like jelly
Oh, woah
You're telling me
Me and you, yeah, was just a dream
Lucky if I make it past eighteen
Shawty really struck me like a beam, oh
You're telling me
Me and you, yeah, was just a dream
Lucky if I make it past eighteen
Shawty really struck me like a beam, oh
Now I'm insecure
You was immature
I don't know if I should cope, yeah, cope no more
I guess I gotta hope, yeah, hope some more
Now I'm insecure
You was immature
I don't know if I should cope, yeah, cope no more
I guess I gotta hope, yeah, hope some more