757 Lyrics by 100 gecs is a newly released English song produced by Laura Les & Dylan Brady. The latest song 757 lyrics are written by Dylan Brady & Laura Les. The song was published on 17th March 2023.
757 Song Details:
| Song: | 757 |
| Singer(s): | 100 gecs |
| Produced by: | Laura Les & Dylan Brady |
| Written by: | 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
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
I’m never in a hurry
Screaming: “La-di-da-di-da-di
Everybody wanna 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
Blow out the blunt smoke
Sound of the shotgun
I wanted smoke so I went out and I got some
Live in dog years and I feel twenty six
Yeah I’m old bitch but I learn new tricks
Better learn quick or end up like green bricks
You say you smoke real trees, they look like little sticks
We don’t smoke trees, we smoke tree sized dicks
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 cellphone 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’ve better wear a condom
I smell cowards and sons of a bitch
Everything quick all smells like shit
I smell the trees when I’m in Colorado
Interior gas station McDonald’s
I left my cellphone dead at the house
I see the stars when the sun goes down
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