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de Gavin Haley

Feel like I’m 45 but I turned 20 tonight
And I got a lot on my mind under the city lights
They say take a hit of this, it’ll give you life
I see my best friends, white powder on the counter every weekend
They’re only sober for an hour
And I’m just waiting for this shit to end

Midwest to the west coast, west coast
Tryin’ to hold on to my old soul, I don’t know, no
No one really gives a damn
Maybe this life ain’t right for me
Midwest to the west coast, west coast
Tryin’ to hold on to my old soul, I don’t know, no
No one really gives a damn
Maybe this life ain’t right for me

Girls stuck at 25, throwing up to keep a dress size
Big lips, fake tits, they get it right they say
Take a hit of this, it’ll give you life
And all they see is dollar signs, that three-piece suit waiting for you to sign, on the dotted line
They want to see you do well just never better than them

Midwest to the west coast, west coast
Tryin’ to hold on to my old soul, I don’t know, no
No one really gives a damn
Maybe this life ain’t right for me
Midwest to the west coast, west coast
Tryin’ to hold on to my old soul, I don’t know, no
No one really gives a damn
Maybe this life ain’t right for me

I've lost so much searching for myself
Too many books, is God real?
Just tell me you know
I’m out of touch with how to feel
What's right or wrong
I can't say that I really know
Cause I don't really know

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