Graduate
I'll move on when I graduate
I'll move out this city-state
New lawns and new real estate
Thought I couldn't place it, but
Left high school to meet new friends
To only end up missin' them
I see my life through a brand-new lens
But I guess it all depends
I wish the best to everyone back home
Whichever way we goin', I hope one day we'll reconnect
I miss the late-night runs for tacos
The fights we had on consoles
Watchin' football, eatin' nachos
Do anythin' we want, oh
We don't got school tomorrow
Take a trip to Colorado
Hit that gas, we push that throttle
I know we did a lot
And I'm like whoa-oh-oh, like whoa-oh-oh
Like whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
This the way we roll, the way we did
The room was small, we packed it in
It's not how we intended
But this distance apprehended
We got loose ends, live on two ends
I can't do this, I miss my true friends
They were students, but they act stupid
Yes, yeah, hey
And I wish the best to everyone back home
Whichever way they goin', I hope one day we'll reconnect
I miss the late-night runs for tacos
The fights we had on consoles
Watchin' football, eatin' nachos
Do anythin' we want, oh
We don't got school tomorrow
Take a trip to Colorado
Hit that gas, we push that throttle
I know we did a lot
And I'm like whoa-oh-oh, like whoa-oh-oh
Like whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
I'll move out this city-state
New lawns and new real estate
Thought I couldn't place it, but
Left high school to meet new friends
To only end up missin' them
I see my life through a brand-new lens
But I guess it all depends
I wish the best to everyone back home
Whichever way we goin', I hope one day we'll reconnect
I miss the late-night runs for tacos
The fights we had on consoles
Watchin' football, eatin' nachos
Do anythin' we want, oh
We don't got school tomorrow
Take a trip to Colorado
Hit that gas, we push that throttle
I know we did a lot
And I'm like whoa-oh-oh, like whoa-oh-oh
Like whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
This the way we roll, the way we did
The room was small, we packed it in
It's not how we intended
But this distance apprehended
We got loose ends, live on two ends
I can't do this, I miss my true friends
They were students, but they act stupid
Yes, yeah, hey
And I wish the best to everyone back home
Whichever way they goin', I hope one day we'll reconnect
I miss the late-night runs for tacos
The fights we had on consoles
Watchin' football, eatin' nachos
Do anythin' we want, oh
We don't got school tomorrow
Take a trip to Colorado
Hit that gas, we push that throttle
I know we did a lot
And I'm like whoa-oh-oh, like whoa-oh-oh
Like whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Credits
Writer(s): Graham Stiefel
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