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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Neva Bevan
Neva Bevan
Electric Bass Guitar
Amar Phull
Amar Phull
Drums
Tyler Wilson
Tyler Wilson
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Issa Mohammed
Issa Mohammed
Songwriter

Lyrics

Broken hearts and shattered glass Nights that we can't remember Is this what we do for fun When will it be my turn Teenage dream with a paper bag Life locked away in a slag Where do you want him to go He's travelling door to door with no phone Stacy baby, why don't you go home In the corner of the hotel room Is where you belong Stacy baby, I don't want to know How many guys you've slept with Just leave me the fuck alone Eighteen years old Liquor stains all on his clothes No direction, mother left him And daddy well he just fucking hates him This life isn't for the weak Some may say it's where you peak I don't know, I don't know Because that Stacy well, she's a hoe So turn around and face me All I found was hurting Never been uncertain About a girl Stacy baby, why don't you go home In the corner of the hotel room Is where you belong Stacy baby, I don't want to know How many guys you've slept with Just leave me the fuck alone Stacy baby, stay for a minute stay here Is that just not how it works I hope that god hears my prayer Stacy baby, tell me about your day Why are you in such a hurry to leave and Make me pay This life isn't for the weak Some may say it's where you peak I don't know, I don't know Because that Stacy well, she's a hoe So turn around and face me All I found was hurting Never been uncertain About a girl
Writer(s): Issa Mohammed Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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