Lyrics: Adam Turley/Ryan Nealon/Bret Paddock
Music: Adam Turley/Ryan Nealon/Bret Paddock
I barely made rent last week
And it's starting to feel like everything's catching up to me
And I'm freaking out casually
Welcome to reality
I'm having a hard time staying patient 'cause I'm still waiting in line
Watching everybody make it
They said it would come naturally
Damn, this kid's a prodigy
Wish someone told me that my twenties would be lonely in this city
Still haven't finished yet
Lately, whole life feels like 180°
It might be time that I should let this go
And go home
Would anybody miss me
If I finally left this city
I highly doubt it
I should let this go
And go home
And go home
Where's the inspiration?
I'm always stuck
Lack of motivation
And the Midas touch
Guess I'm not the best at growing up
Just my luck
Sometimes I
Wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder
If life would be much better with a day job
Hit 'em with a fake out
Take I-15 to my hometown
Watching all my dreams go out the window
Lately, whole life feels like 180°
It might be time that I should let this go
And go home
Would anybody miss me
If I finally left this city
I highly doubt it
I should let this go
And go home
These years I wasted
It's time to face 'em
I should let this go, let this go
These years I wasted
It's time to face 'em
I should let this go, let this go
Lately, whole life feels like 180°
It might be time that I should let this go
And go home
Would anybody miss me
If I finally left this city
I highly doubt it
I should let this go
And go home
And go (home)
Miss me, miss me
You'll never miss me, miss me
I should let this go
And go home (I should let this go)
Miss me, miss me
You'll never miss me, miss me
I should let this go
And go home
And go home