Текст песни First Car Feeling - Brittney Spencer

It was my mama's Trans Am
You know the damn thing barely ran
But what a getaway dream
I felt like such a rebel
Driving with the devil on angel wings

Had nowhere to be, friends in the backseat
Begging to smoke a cigarette
We were lighting up the scene
Making turns and memories
Swore the best ones hadn't happened yet

Now I'm chasing down that first-car feeling
I'm never satisfied
Chasing down that first-car feeling
You don't get that twice
You never get back that first taste of freedom
No matter how hard you try
When everything's changing, you can't see it
Don't grow up 'cause it's a lie
That first-car feeling never dies

Now it's nine-to-fives and paychecks
And bills I haven't paid yet
I got getaway dreams
I miss trading friendship bracelets
The wind on all our faces
It was all new to me

We could park on any street
Let it out like therapy
Before we knew we needed it
Too young to feel the time
Crossing city lines
Never to return again

Now I'm chasing down that first-car feeling
I'm never satisfied
Chasing down that first-car feeling
You don't get that twice
You never get back that first taste of freedom
No matter how hard you try
When everything's changing, you can't see it
Don't grow up 'cause it's a lie
That first-car feeling never dies

Oh, oh
Ooh, ooh-ooh

Just like you'll never be born again
All you can say is "remember when"
You'll get a new life, new house
New job, new ex-boyfriend
But you never get back that first taste of freedom
No matter how hard you try

Now I'm chasing down that first-car feeling
I'm never satisfied
Chasing down that first-car feeling
You don't get that twice
You never get back that first taste of freedom
No matter how hard you try
And when everything's changing, you can't see it
Don't grow up 'cause it's a lie
That first-car feeling never dies
Oh, that first-car feeling never dies

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