PCW
Just a kid to come from California
Grass is greener in-a Arizona
Grass is dead and no one there to mourn ya
So it's back to northern California
See the kid who going up Seattle
Family Biz in Texas herding cattle
Tried to step from underneath the shadow
Now he's stuck in bumfuck Seattle
Kid from Jersey flew on out to Portland
Blew it on a one bedroom apartment
Woke up sick and puking in the morning
Ain't no cure for hangovers in Portland
Peep the kid who's on the way to Eugene
Never been the kind to take the morphine
Much more suited to the taste of roofies
Now he's taking classes up in Eugene, yeah
So what will you do when it's you
When the proud are the few
When the sea touches me
Will you see what's to be
Cuz I get no love from the P C Dub
So I'm back on my shit once again
Kid crossed the side of Mississippi
Kid gets away from all the hippies
Kid seeing double kinda trippy
Did kid even cross the Mississippi
This kid swings on down to Florida
This kid thought he could afford a
First class ticket kinda sorta
First class just ain't the same in Florida
Hope is light and bright for the kid in Maine
Far from home alone and without any shame
Kid forgot the meaning of a parents' name
Now he's just another nameless kid in Maine
Kid took a train to Pennsylvania
Philly bound and Rocky roads to train ya
Place kinda feels like Transylvania
Guess it kinda sucks in Pennsylvania, yeah
So what will you do when it's you
When the proud are the few
When the sea touches me
Will you see what's to be
Cuz I just get hate from those east coast states
So I'm back on my shit once again
In the city nobody can see me
On the coast I fly my color freely
Just for show, cuz honestly I'm leaving
Such a pity everyone can see me
Found a corn to shuck out in Nebraska
In the fields where nobody can ask ya
Is you life zooming on past ya
Time to get the fuck out of Nebraska
Maybe I'm the constant factor
Everywhere I go I get sadder
Every time I leave I turn back to
That one thing that I forgot to factor
Turns out home is where the heart beats
Mine hasn't made a sound in three weeks
I might be deaf I hear the phone beep
Pick it up and listen for the heartbeat, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh
So what will you do when it's you
When the proud are the few
When the sea touches me
Will you see what's to be
Cuz I get no love from the P C Dub
So I'm back on my shit once again
Grass is greener in-a Arizona
Grass is dead and no one there to mourn ya
So it's back to northern California
See the kid who going up Seattle
Family Biz in Texas herding cattle
Tried to step from underneath the shadow
Now he's stuck in bumfuck Seattle
Kid from Jersey flew on out to Portland
Blew it on a one bedroom apartment
Woke up sick and puking in the morning
Ain't no cure for hangovers in Portland
Peep the kid who's on the way to Eugene
Never been the kind to take the morphine
Much more suited to the taste of roofies
Now he's taking classes up in Eugene, yeah
So what will you do when it's you
When the proud are the few
When the sea touches me
Will you see what's to be
Cuz I get no love from the P C Dub
So I'm back on my shit once again
Kid crossed the side of Mississippi
Kid gets away from all the hippies
Kid seeing double kinda trippy
Did kid even cross the Mississippi
This kid swings on down to Florida
This kid thought he could afford a
First class ticket kinda sorta
First class just ain't the same in Florida
Hope is light and bright for the kid in Maine
Far from home alone and without any shame
Kid forgot the meaning of a parents' name
Now he's just another nameless kid in Maine
Kid took a train to Pennsylvania
Philly bound and Rocky roads to train ya
Place kinda feels like Transylvania
Guess it kinda sucks in Pennsylvania, yeah
So what will you do when it's you
When the proud are the few
When the sea touches me
Will you see what's to be
Cuz I just get hate from those east coast states
So I'm back on my shit once again
In the city nobody can see me
On the coast I fly my color freely
Just for show, cuz honestly I'm leaving
Such a pity everyone can see me
Found a corn to shuck out in Nebraska
In the fields where nobody can ask ya
Is you life zooming on past ya
Time to get the fuck out of Nebraska
Maybe I'm the constant factor
Everywhere I go I get sadder
Every time I leave I turn back to
That one thing that I forgot to factor
Turns out home is where the heart beats
Mine hasn't made a sound in three weeks
I might be deaf I hear the phone beep
Pick it up and listen for the heartbeat, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh
So what will you do when it's you
When the proud are the few
When the sea touches me
Will you see what's to be
Cuz I get no love from the P C Dub
So I'm back on my shit once again
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Burns
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