Vincent Achram - Punks (ft. Nevve)

We were young,
We were punks forever
Yeah we thought
We were fuckin' clever
Oh-oh, oh-oh, ohh
You know
Apathy like a suit of armor
Blow a kiss to the tragic glamour
Oh-oh, oh-oh, ohh
You know

Sneakin’ around to the parties (parties)
Tapin' our hands to the forties (oh, yeah)
Everybody gettin' faded
Gettin’ faded, celebrated (oh, oh, oh)
Mixin' the Jack with Bacardi (ayy)
Prayin' the bar doesn't card me (ayy)
Everybody feeling weightless
Get your feet back off the ground

Ooh
Ooh

Little cracks underneath the pressure
Cigarettes burnin' out together
You know
On the edge but we all knew better
Cause in the end nothin' really matters
No

Sneakin' around to the parties (parties)
Tapin' our hands to the forties (ooh)
Everybody gettin’ faded
Gettin’ faded, celebrated (oh, oh, oh)
Mixin' the Jack with Bacardi (ayy)
Prayin’ the bar doesn't card me (ayy)
Everybody feeling weightless
Get your feet back off the ground

Ooh (ayy)
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh

Oh, oh
In the day, yeah

Punks

Sneakin' around to the parties (parties)
Tapin' our hands to the forties (oh, yeah)
Everybody gettin’ faded
Gettin' faded, celebrated (oh, oh, oh)
Mixin' the Jack with Bacardi
Prayin' the bar doesn't card me
Everybody feeling weightless
Get your feet back off the ground

Ooh
You and me, you and me,
You and me, you and me
Yeah, we used to be punks
'Cause back in the day
You and me, you and me,
You and me, you and me
Yeah, we used to be punks, punks

Ooh
Ooh