All my old friends they don't know me now Now the music divides us into tribes Let's go for a drive, see the town tonight There's nothing to do but I don't mind when I'm with you This town's so strange they built it to change And while we sleep we know

I have ever known Better thank your lucky stars For this moment to come I'm so much closer than I've been waiting a long time I'm destined For anything, at all Downtown lights will be shining

To this railroad track But I'll come back to you someday To you, to you, to you someday If you've got visions of the past Let them follow you down And I found myself attached All of these ghost towns I keep traveling through All of these traffic signs

Out of this goodbye town Nothing but a goodbye town Gotta find a way to finally get out This ain't nothing These streets are only bringing me down You're gonna think of me Right there's the high school where we met We'd sneak out back for a couple kisses

(From Chitown to LA) Come on players Uh huh hey I remember when I back in the days When I ain't hot shit But now that I got shit Niggas want to keep up shit But it's all good watch me do this shit

Could this thing last But the age of miracles, hadn't past The sun was shining everywhere A foggy day, in London town I viewed the morning, with alarm The British museum, had lost its charm For suddenly, I saw you there And through foggy London town I

You make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise I got my windows down and the radio, get your radio Down a back road blowin’ stop signs through the middle Every little farm town with you In this brand new Chevy with a lift kit It’d look a hell lot

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

Put your mind over matter It don't get better, gather 'Round the sound Gather 'round the sound Come on, gather 'round the sound. This is the last trip This is the last trip.

Moma say stop or I'm gonna tell poppa Feelin that I did Tecca Nina take it right back 2x This is the town where the clowns put it down baby Close the door befo ya child here the sound baby * - Tech raps these lines in between at double speed The killa