It's that vinyl cracking

Warm song

Playing in the background

The type we use

To bump in the old town

Riding down slopes

With our windows

Rolled down

Into outskirts of cities

That be turning ghost town

The same boys

That let me ride

Their wips

When we were young

Are old now

And got the weight

Of the world

On their shoulder

Only riding

lows on their

Rollercoaster

Only staying high

To stay sober

At jobs

they dont like

Another normal

Life down the tail pipe

Ah

Hoping they don't die

DIY

And wishing they could

Chase new highs

I'm gonna chase my dreams

Yeah

Even if I don't get there

I'm gonna try try try again

Chase new highs

Its gonna be alright