Old Tricks (feat. Niall Horan)
I remember when
Weekends used to be two, three shots followed by a couple others
Wake up, have a beer, never needed to recover
A cold red Gatorade and I'd feel great
Now it's a bottle of Advil and the whole next day
My old tricks don't work anymore
They don't get it done like they did before
Yeah, the cold hard truth is getting harder to swallow
I guess the younger me is a hard act to follow
My old ways ain't workin' for me
Sometimes I still wake up and think I'm twenty-three
All my elders used to tell me this would happen for sure
Now my old tricks don't work anymore
No, no
TR, you think that's bad?
Stupid jokes would make her laugh
Compliments would make her smile
Kisses on her neck always used to drive her wild
All the things I used to do I can't get away with
Like saying golfin' with the boys is a business trip
My old tricks don't work anymore
They don't get 'er done like they did before
Yeah, the cold hard truth is getting harder to swallow
I guess the younger me is a hard act to follow
My old ways ain't workin' for me
Sometimes I still wake up and think I'm twenty-three
All my elders used to tell me this would happen for sure
Now my old tricks don't work anymore
Here we go
All my old, old tricks
They just don't work anymore
My old tricks don't work anymore
They don't get 'er done like they did before
Yeah, the cold hard truth is getting harder to swallow
I guess the younger me is a hard act to follow
My old ways ain't workin' for me
Sometimes I still wake up and think I'm twenty-three
All my elders used to tell me this would happen for sure
Now my old tricks don't work anymore
No, no
Ha, we ain't gettin' any younger, are we?
Hey
compositores: Julian Bunetta - Thomas Rhett - John Ryan - Jim Beavers - Andrew Haas - Ian Franzino
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