18
'Cause I’m 18, feelin’ 50
Pushing 90 on the 405
You could chase me in your daydream
Kinda blurry when you close your eyes
But I’m right there where you left me
Then you wake up and you realize
That you’re 18 livin’ no dreams
You ain’t getting back the wasted time

(Wasted time)

You laugh, but I know you meant it
I’ll get the check and we gonna split it
Wish I could think of you highly
Back in high school, ride or dying

So sweet, but I know you’re bitter (Bitter)
In Miami, messing up your liver (Liver)
Even though we’re reuniting
Call me "too cool" just to spite me

And you can call it what you want
Say I’m acting different
I’m not taking shit from ya
And I can’t relate

'Cause I’m 18, feelin’ 50
Pushing 90 on the 405
You could chase me in your daydream
Kinda blurry when you close your eyes
But I’m right there where you left me
Then you wake up and you realize
That you’re 18 livin’ no dreams
You ain’t getting back the wasted time

(Wasted time)
(Wasted time)

Yeah, everybody’s got a focus
I supported yours if you didn’t notice
Maybe I’m overzealous
At least I’m not lost and jealous
You can call it what you want
But you’re too afraid to fight
For all the things want, I can’t relate
Because I’m 18, feelin’ 50
Pushing 90 on the 405
You could chase me in your daydream
Kinda blurry when you close your eyes
But I’m right there where you left me
Then you wake up and you realize
That you’re 18 livin’ no dreams
You ain’t getting back the wasted time

18, 50, 90 on the 405
18, no dreams
Getting’ back the wasted time
18, 50, 90 on the 405
18, no dreams
You ain’t getting’ back the wasted time
18, 50, 90 on the 405
18, no dreams
You ain’t getting’ back the wasted time