Upside down beside the ocean Would last longer than that week did Blown away and barely breathin' And we spent that week wide open I didn't know where it was goin' Just tryin' to keep my heart on the tracks I should've known that kind of feelin' Sunday

Set the ball a-rollin' I'll be clicking off the miles On the Train of Consequences My boxcar life of style My thinking is derailed I'm tied up to the tracks The Train of Consequences There ain't no turning back I'm doing you a favor

Racks up, racks up Semi, semi, keep it tucked Bad bitch, bubble butt High school sellin' beans Dropped out now I'm rich Flexin' 'til I'm 66 Pullin' up, Bentley truck

The people found the mountain, Climbed up from that hole in the ground We'd look around until we find, we find Through the cracks in the sky And threatened to fall, And we'll be just fine, and we'll be just fine. Still I don't believe, I don't believe.

Here's to the land that made me And made me who I am, who I am (hands up!) Here's to the land that raised me This one for the only place that really knows me From the cracks in the road that drove me There's no place like home And here's to where we all

The people found the mountain, Climbed up from that hole in the ground We'd look around until we find, we find Through the cracks in the sky And threatened to fall, And we'll be just fine, and we'll be just fine. Still I don't believe, I don't believe.

Chyah, chyah I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes (chyah, chyah) Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze (Lil Pump) Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerkin' on the stove (chyah, chyah, chyah) Too much racks in my pocket that

Time for me to just stand up and travel new land Time for me to just take matters into my own hands Once I'm over these tracks, man I'ma never look back And I'm gone I know right where I'm going Sorry, momma, I'm grown I must travel alone Ain't gon'

Here's the part where I tell it like it is Time isn't wasted when you're wasted Popping bottles like it's our last night Who's with me? Can you keep up with me? They watch my life between the cracks They never even mind I'm high anyways They've been

Runaway baby like a runaway train Runaway and never look back Like a train comin' off the tracks Well, I sold my guitar for a diamond ring Yeah the preacher's daughter's got a thing for me With all of our stuff in a pick up truck Yeah we're headed out