Mouse Powell - What a Trip lyrics

And I can tell by the way that you're angry
You ain't gonna save me baby
You should let me go just let it go

Yeah at 13 I tried to hippy-hop a cable
Split my chin up on the cement
And swore I'd never ride a skateboard again
Yea I was crazier then
It's kinda crazy looking back on
All the phases you're in
Mohawks, skinny jeans, tall tees, minivans
Skateboards, fixed gears, punk rock
Indie bands
I seen it all, made me everything I am
When rancid plays I still
Say "that's the jam"
Damn, it's been a minute since I checked in
The records still spinning where I left it
Degrees still sitting on my "what
Will I do next?" list
And I still ain't eating breakfast much
I made it on the guest list
But had to drop a couple friends
It ain't that they stopped calling
I stopped calling them
Love is good life is short
And for whatever it's worth
If you say you're down to work
Then my time's always yours

And I can tell by the way that you're angry
You ain't gonna save me baby
You should let go and if I come back home
Know that you could make it on your own
It happens time and time again
If I could find myself I would find a friend
Find a friend, find a friend, find a friend

At 18, I learned a lot about the friendzone
She ain't even touch the ball and had
Me dreaming of the end zone
Since my first tour
I don't think I've been home
Yea man whatever
High school was the shit though
Me and Chris Williams rolling in his Camry
Dreaming bout the day I leave
Town and win a Grammy movies every Friday
I fell in love with Danie
I'd still blow it in my pants
If she offered me a handy
What a trip, what a trip does
What a difference a day makes
What do you call it when you
Make enemies from yesterday's playmates?
So if you know me, spread the love
If you don't, then wisen up
Raise your glass, call your girl
And if you're drunk take the bus
Damn it's almost bright out
We'll turn the lights out
Take the long way home
You'll find the right route
Put those headphones on, and let it ride out
Loosen up your trucks
And if you're with me light a white owl

And I can tell by the way that you're angry
You ain't gonna save me baby
You should let go and if I come back home
Know that you could make it on your own
It happens time and time again
If I could find myself I would find a friend
Find a friend, find a friend, find a friend

What a trip, what a trip does
What I'd do to catch a quick buzz
Five hours from here
There's a place where we can
Get lunch and chill act like it's real
Or pretend that it's pretend
Either way, I'm going still
So call me if you're in
I'm trying to find a way to roll this stone
Some folks get homesick
I'm getting sick of home
And I'm leaving in the AM
Ain't no way that I'll be staying
So when the whistle blows
I'll be hoppin' on the train
Mom says I'm a dreamer
Ref says I'm a schemer
I don't think I'm either
I'm somewhere in between there
I'm Clark Kent without the powers dreaming
Here for hours of the
Day I get to fuck Lois Lane up in the shower
All I know is that it
Looks better in my rearview
I'm headed for the coast
I'll call you when I get a clear view