Roadtrip

Secure the bag, know what I'm saying? Banrisk on the beat
Ayo, Perish, this hot, boy
People change like the tides in the ocean
At least I think or am I dead wrong?
Foot on the brake at the light, I don't notice
I sit and wait until the next song
Twenty hours in an old van
Up the east coast through the cold wind
Drove twenty hours by the ocean
Now that interstate is paved with memories
And every winter, I think back to what we used to be
In that past life we lived at eighteen
Oh, oh, oh
Woah, woah, woah
Oh, oh, oh
Woah, woah, woah
Things change, I get it 'cause nothing lasts, right?
Yeah, and I was thinking 'bout her last night
Scrolling through our memories, debating 'bout our last times
Now we finished, now we through
Guess we knew one day we would have to grow up
Twenty hours in an old Ford
Across the Midwest, thinking, "What for? "
Drove twenty hours, but it's hopeless
Now that interstate is paved with memories
And every winter, I think back to what we used to be
In that past life we lived at eighteen