Sunoco

Lyrics by：Sam Nelson Harris/Casey Harris/Adam Levin/Russ Flynn

Composed by：Sam Nelson Harris/Casey Harris/Adam Levin/Russ Flynn

Painted picture of a little anarchist

Making movies on Dad's camera

It's turning eighteen

Looks like twenty-three

Buying Forties with fake ID

I was a lightning rod

And I never felt so lost

Doing donuts in the parking lot

Me and my friends

We'll never get caught

6 AM and I feel like

I'll never leave this place alive

But I swear I'm gonna die on my feet

Never come back to these upstate streets

I'm seeing my future and I feel like

I'm getting high off a neon glow

Standing at the crossroads

Here at the Sunoco

Ooh-ooh

Pack of cigarettes

Code Red Mountain Dew

Yellow fingertips around her waist

I comb my hair over from my widow's peak

Chili Peppers on the car speakers

I'm so camouflaged

And I never felt so lost

Doing donuts in the parking lot

Me and my friends we'll never get caught

6 AM and I feel like

I'll never leave this place alive

But I swear I'm gonna die on my feet

Never come back to these upstate streets

I'm seeing my future and I feel like

I'm getting high off a neon glow

Standing at the crossroads

Here at the Sunoco

Here at the Sunoco oh-oh

And I'm trying my best

But I can't win

Trying to keep all my secrets in

It's your hand on my chest

And the heat of my skin

Brings me right back there again

Doing donuts in the parking lot

Me and my friends

We'll never get caught

6 AM and I feel like

I'll never leave this place alive

But I swear I'm gonna die on my feet

Never come back to these upstate streets

I'm seeing my future and I feel like

I'm getting high off a neon glow

Standing at the crossroads

Here at the Sunoco

Ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh

Ooh