Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alex Spencer
Guitar
Adam French
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Spencer
Composer
Adam French
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adam French
Producer
Lyrics
Wish the dust would settle down
I been waiting all summer
Dream of one day getting out
So I can do what I wanna
The top are messed up, ruthless
Hold us down at the bottom
So call me reckless, stupid
But I'm a do what I wanna
Here's to the rise of the young
We're what the future becomes
I'm a do what I wanna
I'm a do what I wanna
Wish we'd all just wake up
Break free and recover
See theres one rule for us
And theres one for the other
You know the rich don't play fair
They dance as we suffer
Shadow puppets, silhouettes
True light gets smothered
Here's to the rise of the young
We're what the future becomes
I'm a do what I wanna
I'm a do what I wanna
I'm a do what I wanna
I'm a do what I wanna
Your silver spoons won't shut us down
We're not just faces in the crowd
We'll bring this thing to light
And surround you
From Manchester to Hollywood
Handout favours stolen goods
You can chase whatever lie you choose so you do you
But I'm the rise of the young,
And I'm what the future becomes
I'm a do what I wanna
I'm a do what i wanna
I'm a do what i wanna
I'm a do what I wanna
Writer(s): Adam French, Alex Spencer Coll
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