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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Beaches
The Beaches
Performer
Eliza Enman-Mcdaniel
Eliza Enman-Mcdaniel
Drums
Jordan Miller
Jordan Miller
Lead Vocals
Kylie Miller
Kylie Miller
Electric Guitar
Leandra Earl
Leandra Earl
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lowell
Lowell
Songwriter
Eliza Enman-Mcdaniel
Eliza Enman-Mcdaniel
Songwriter
Jordan Miller
Jordan Miller
Songwriter
Kylie Miller
Kylie Miller
Songwriter
Leandra Earl
Leandra Earl
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gus van Go
Gus van Go
Producer
Lowell
Lowell
Producer

Lyrics

I'll grow up tomorrow After I throw up tomorrow Then I'll give you back the money I borrowed Oh honey, but until then, can I borrow a ten? Buy some shots for my girlfriends, oh no God, I think I lost my cellphone Don't know how I'm gonna find my way home To my basement apartment Tell myself I'm an artist But I'm really just a piece of shit, oh I can't do my taxes It's a write-off, oh, whatever that is Haven't done my laundry in a million weeks But I'm feeling so chic With my thong inside out, let's go out All of my friends are finding success And buying a house and buying a couch And I'm just sleeping in 'til I go out One, two I'll grow up tomorrow After I throw up tomorrow Then I'll give you back the money I borrowed Oh honey, but until then, can I borrow a ten? Buy some shots for my girlfriends, oh no God, I think I lost my cellphone Don't know how I'm gonna find my way home To my basement apartment Tell myself I'm an artist But I'm really just a piece of shit, oh Don't have my driver's license (these guys are show-offs) They're bragging that they got it Why don't you pick me up at four Drive me to the liquor store? I could buy you something fun 'Cause you're not even 21, let's go out! All of my friends are finding success And buying a house, and buying a couch And I'm just sleeping in 'til I go out One, two I'll grow up tomorrow After I throw up tomorrow Then I'll give you back the money I borrowed Oh honey, but until then, can I borrow a ten? Buy some shots for my girlfriends, oh no God, I think I lost my cellphone Don't know how I'm gonna find my way home To my basement apartment Tell myself I'm an artist But I'm really just a piece of shit (I'll grow up tomorrow) Don't know how I'm gonna find my way home To my basement apartment Tell myself I'm an artist But I'm really just a piece of shit
Writer(s): Leandra Earl, Kylie Miller, Jordan Miller, Elizabeth Boland, Eliza Enman Mcdaniel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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