Wrong Crowd

Tom Odell

And my mother is standing beside me
As I'm packing my bags in the car
She says: Please, boy, no more fighting
Oh, it's only gonna do your harm

But I can't help it I don't know how
I guess I'll always be hanging round with the wrong crowd
I can't help it I don't know how
I guess I'll always be hanging round with the wrong crowd

Ohh, my boy

And my brother is standing behind me
As I'm slowly going out my head
He says: You know those people don't like me
Why'd you wanna be one of them?

But I can't help it I don't know how
I guess I'll always be hanging round with the wrong crowd
I can't help it I don't know how
I guess I'll always be hanging round with the wrong crowd

Ohh, I wish I could find somebody that my mother would like
Ohh, I wish I can find somebody that could treat me right

But I can't help it I don't know how
I guess I'll always be hanging round with the wrong crowd
I can't help it I don't know how
I guess I'll always be hanging round with the wrong crowd