| Feel like I’m 45 but I turned 20 tonight
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| And I got a lot on my mind under the city lights
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| They say take a hit of this, it’ll give you life
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| I see my best friends, white powder on the counter every weekend
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| They’re only sober for an hour
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| And I’m just waiting for this shit to end
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| Midwest to the west coast, west coast
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| Tryin' to hold on to my old soul, I don’t know, no
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| No one really gives a damn
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| Maybe this life ain’t right for me
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| Midwest to the west coast, west coast
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| Tryin' to hold on to my old soul, I don’t know, no
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| No one really gives a damn
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| Maybe this life ain’t right for me
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| Girls stuck at 25, throwing up to keep a dress size
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| Big lips, fake tits, they get it right they say
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| Take a hit of this, it’ll give you life
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| And all they see is dollar signs, that three-piece suit waiting for you to sign,
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| on the dotted line
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| They want to see you do well just never better than them
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| Midwest to the west coast, west coast
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| Tryin' to hold on to my old soul, I don’t know, no
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| No one really gives a damn
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| Maybe this life ain’t right for me
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| Midwest to the west coast, west coast
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| Tryin' to hold on to my old soul, I don’t know, no
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| No one really gives a damn
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| Maybe this life ain’t right for me
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| I’ve lost so much searching for myself
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| Too many books, is god real?
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| Just tell me you know
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| I’m out of touch with how to feel
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| What’s right or wrong
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| I can’t say that I really know
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| Cause I don’t really know |