Pacific Highway 1

Got so tired of this fucked up town
I filled up my tank and got the fuck out
I feel burnt out and I feel displaced
Gotta get the fuck outta this place
I-Five north that's where I'm towards
And then before the Pacific Highway
I stopped at a place that I'd been before

I was there three years ago
With someone that just got too close
But then two years ago
They just let go, they just let go
Now that I'm here, it's safer to say
That I hate that bitch
It's a matter of fact
It's a matter of fact
It's a matter of fact
It's a matter of fact
It's a matter of fact
It's a matter of fact
It's a matter of fact
It's a matter of fact
It's a matter of fact

I got distracted
Got some pizza
Then what happened
I lost my visa
And I only have a hundred fifty miles in my tank
And a broken chord
No charge on my phone
I gotta find my way
I gotta find my way
I gotta find my way
I gotta find my way
Yeah, I gotta find way
No charge on my phon
I'm on zero percent
So overwhelmed with useless shit and hate the fact that I'm used to this
Vices attributed to my forgetfulness
But that's what happened
I got distracted
I pulled up to the chevron
I asked the guy, what highway to get on
He said, fifty fife north to the seventy two south
You'll get the fuck of this town
And I only had hundred fifty miles in my tank
Only have a hundred fifty miles in my tank
And a broken cord
No charge on my phone
I gotta find my way
I gotta find my way
I gotta find my WAY