Focus - Annah Mac
Written by：Annah MacDonald
Really should be studying
But the day's so fine
Just chilling at the beach
Take away cheap white wine
Killing time whistling
At every boy who walks by
Time for the gym
Not one looks down or acts up shy
I can hear the old man in my head and I
Haven't even spoken with him for a month
Riding shotgun in a shirt deep red
Driving us out to the wharf in bluff
Girl focus
Where'd this attitude come from
You're my oldest
Focus
If I put in the time
I know I'd do good
Make him proud whatever else I swear I would
But there's just other things and I don't try
There's nothing wrong with minimum and I get by
And I can hear the old man in my head and I
Haven't even spoken with him for a month
Riding shotgun in a shirt deep red
Driving us out to the wharf in bluff
Girl focus
Where'd this attitude come from
You're my oldest
You're my oldest
No more
No more early nights to renegotiate
No more
Arriving home loaded with boys and beer
Cause freedom comes and then it's too late
It's too late
It's too late
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh focus
Where'd this attitude come from
You're my oldest
And girl I need you too show me some
Focus oh
Focus
Focus oh
Focus
