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