PmBata, Dream - Roadtrip lyrics
Parker Makani Bata
[PmBata, Dream - Roadtrip lyrics]
(Secure the bag
Know what I'm sayin'? 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
Up the east coast, what a roadtrip
Now that interstate is paved with memories
Of a past life I lived when I was eighteen
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
Uh, I reminisce about a past life
Things change, I get it
'cause nothing lasts, right?
Yeah, and I was thinkin'
'bout her last night
Scrollin' through our memories
Debatin' 'bout our last times
Ayy, for a minute we was cool
Then we flew just a little
Too close to the sun
Now we finished, now we through
Guess we knew one day we
Would have to grow up
Twenty hours in an old Ford
'Cross the Midwest, thinking, "What for?"
Drove twenty hours, but it's hopeless
'Cross the Midwest, what a roadtrip
Now that interstate is paved with memories
Of a past life I lived when I was eighteen
And every winter
I think back to what we used to be
In that past life we lived at eighteen
Know what I'm sayin'? 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
Up the east coast, what a roadtrip
Now that interstate is paved with memories
Of a past life I lived when I was eighteen
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
Uh, I reminisce about a past life
Things change, I get it
'cause nothing lasts, right?
Yeah, and I was thinkin'
'bout her last night
Scrollin' through our memories
Debatin' 'bout our last times
Ayy, for a minute we was cool
Then we flew just a little
Too close to the sun
Now we finished, now we through
Guess we knew one day we
Would have to grow up
Twenty hours in an old Ford
'Cross the Midwest, thinking, "What for?"
Drove twenty hours, but it's hopeless
'Cross the Midwest, what a roadtrip
Now that interstate is paved with memories
Of a past life I lived when I was eighteen
And every winter
I think back to what we used to be
In that past life we lived at eighteen