Artist: Dream & PmBata
Track: Roadtrip
Lyrics
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
20 Hours
In an old van
Up the east coast
Through the cold wind
Drove 20 hours
By the ocean
Up the east coast
What a road trip
Now that interstate is paved with memories
Of a past life I lived when I was 18
And every winter I think back to what we used to be
In that past life we lived at 18
I reminisce about a past life
Things change, I get it
Cause nothing lasts, right
Yeah
And I was thinking bout her last night
Scrolling through our memories
Debating bout our last times
For a minute
We was cool
Then we flew
Just a lil too close to the sun
Now we finished
Now we through
Guess we knew
One day we would have to grow up
20 Hours
In an old ford
Across the Midwest
Thinking what for
Drove 20 hours
But it's hopeless
Across the Midwest
What a road trip
But now that interstate is paved with memories
Of a past life I lived when I was 18
And every winter I think back to what we used to be
In that past life we lived at 18
Full Lyrics and Meaning
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
20 Hours
In an old van
Up the east coast
Through the cold wind
Drove 20 hours
By the ocean
Up the east coast
What a road trip
Now that interstate is paved with memories
Of a past life I lived when I was 18
And every winter I think back to what we used to be
In that past life we lived at 18
I reminisce about a past life
Things change, I get it
Cause nothing lasts, right
Yeah
And I was thinking bout her last night
Scrolling through our memories
Debating bout our last times
For a minute
We was cool
Then we flew
Just a lil too close to the sun
Now we finished
Now we through
Guess we knew
One day we would have to grow up
20 Hours
In an old ford
Across the Midwest
Thinking what for
Drove 20 hours
But it's hopeless
Across the Midwest
What a road trip
But now that interstate is paved with memories
Of a past life I lived when I was 18
And every winter I think back to what we used to be
In that past life we lived at 18
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