| And we were Just kids
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| When we started this shit
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| Made a lot of mistakes, man
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| But it is what is
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| Trusted some pieces of shit
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| That only cared about them
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| Set fire to the bridge
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| And haven’t looked back since
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| Do you remember when?
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| Yeah way back when
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| We were sleeping in the van
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| And saving change back then
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| Ha, I swear to god
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| Those were the days back then
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| I Never thought it would end
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| Thank you for the long drives
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| The late nights
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| All the inside jokes
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| And all the fights
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| Thank you for the best time of my life
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| Even when I was down
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| You made me feel alive
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| No handouts
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| & no hype
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| No record label tryna tell us
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| What to sound like
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| And I’m the same mother fucker
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| Still built on struggle
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| We were never that good
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| We just knew how to hustle…
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| We used to give a damn
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| But never gave a fuck
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| Tank full of gas
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| Van full of bad luck
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| Now I’m running down a dream
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| Like it never was enough
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| And now I’m tryna say goodbye
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| But I’m getting choked up
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| Like «oh no, I can’t let go»
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| Still Running down a dream
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| A thousand miles from my home
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| And yeah we took a break
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| But this is all I know
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| And now the road is calling my name
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| And I wanna go…
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| The open road will forever be my home
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| Singing loud with the windows down…
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| «Wherever I May Roam» |