作曲 : John Gomez/Stephen Gomez/Sydney Schmier/Valerie Broussard/Emilia Schmier
Broken down on the side of the 405
Again, again
I'm so stressed 'bout my life that I'm here getting high
Amen, amen
Remember bikes in the summer, world was ours to discover
Back then, back then
Don't wanna be another stat, now I'm wondering is that
A sin, a sin?
I don't want the real world
With your white picket fences, no l'd rather be reckless
Like before
All the bad consequences that nobody mentioned
I need to be free, too young to be
Tied up in the real world
Welcome to the real world
Gotta keep your voices down
Gotta make your parents proud
And make money
But I just wanna be scraping up my knees
I miss those days
I don't need guarantees
I've been thinking lately
I don't want the real world
With your white picket fences, no l'd rather be reckless
Like before
All the bad consequences that nobody mentioned
I need to be free, too young to be
Tied up in the real world
Welcome to the real world
Take me back into the past
When nothing was so serious and nothing mattered
Take me back to golden days
When we were setting fires that we'd misbehave
Take me back into the past
When nothing was so serious and nothing mattered
Take me back to golden days
When we were setting fires that we'd misbehave
I don't want the real world
With your white picket fences, no l'd rather be reckless
Like before
All the bad consequences that nobody mentioned
I need to be free, too young to be
Tied up in the real world
Welcome to the real world
Welcome to the real world
Welcome to the real world