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Whipping my way down Oregon Ave
I see my old house
Think about the times when I was younger
But I know I'm getting older now
Time ain't slowing down
I've got plans, big plans
I've got fans
Well at least like a few of them
I've got friends, real friends
But I never see them, it's not fair the way I'm doing them
I ain't having fun
Told my mama that I wouldn't but I'm doing drugs
I told L*** that I'd call her but I haven't yet
Swear I'd take over the world if I had confidence
Westly on the beat got me feeling like I'm back home
And I moved but I still use funnel tobacco
And I move like I was running from my shadow
I got hella demons, know it's cliche but I fight them for real
And they fighting to kill
Lots of people say they love me, I don't know if they're real
Never know what to feel
Need a pill, need to chill
Whipping my way down Oregon Ave
I see my old house
Think about the times when I was younger
But I know I'm getting older now
Time ain't slowing down
Whipping my way down Oregon Ave
I see my old house
Think about the times when I was younger
But I know I'm getting older now
Time ain't slowing down
Whipping my way down Oregon Ave
I see my old house
Think about the times when I was younger
But I know I'm getting older now
Time ain't slowing down
Whipping my way down Oregon Ave
I see my old house
Think about the times when I was younger
But I know I'm getting older now
Time ain't slowing down



Авторы: Luke Rojas Nogueira, Mitchell Wesley Shapiro



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