Capo: 3rd fret [Intro] Am Cmaj7 G D Am Cmaj7 G D [Verse] Am Cmaj7 People change like the tides in the ocean G D At least I think or am I dead wrong? Am Cmaj7 Foot on the brake, at the light I don't notice G D I sit and wait until the next song [Pre-Chorus] Am Cmaj7 20 hours in an old van G D Up the east coast, through the cold wind Am Cmaj7 Drove 20 hours, by the ocean G D Up the east coast, what a road trip [Chorus] Am Cmaj7 G D Now that interstate is paved with memories Am Cmaj7 G D Of a past life I lived when I was 18 Am Cmaj7 G D And every winter I think back to what we used to be Am Cmaj7 G D In that past life we lived at 18 Am Cmaj7 G D ooh, ooh, ooh Am Cmaj7 G ooh, ooh, ooh [Verse] Am Cmaj7 Uh, I reminiscе about a past life G Things change, I get it D Causе nothing lasts right? Yeah Am Cmaj7 And I was thinking about her last night G Scrolling through our memories D Debating about our last times Am Cmaj7 Ay, for a minute we was cool G D Then we flew just a lil too close to the sun Am Cmaj7 Now we finished, now we through G D Guess we knew one day we would have to grow up [Pre-Chorus] Am Cmaj7 20 hours in an old Ford G D Across the Midwest thinking what for Am Cmaj7 Drove 20 hours, but it's hopeless G D Across the Midwest, what a road trip [Chorus] Am Cmaj7 G D Now that interstate is paved with memories Am Cmaj7 G D Of a past life I lived when I was 18 Am Cmaj7 G D And every winter I think back to what we used to be Am Cmaj7 G D In that past life we lived at 18 [Outro] Am Cmaj G D
(Secure the bag, know what I'm sayin'? Banrisk on the beat) (Ayo, Perish, this sh- hot, boy) [Dream:] People change like the tides in the ocean At least I think or am I dead wrong? Foot on the brake at the light, I don't notice I sit and wait until the next song Twenty hours in an old van Up the east coast through the cold wind Drove twenty hours by the ocean Up the east coast, what a road trip Now that interstate is paved with memories Of a past life I lived when I was eighteen And every winter, I think back to what we used to be In that past life we lived at eighteen Oh, oh, oh Woah, woah, woah Oh, oh, oh Woah, woah, woah [PmBata:] Uh, I reminisce about a past life Things change, I get it 'cause nothing lasts, right? Yeah, and I was thinkin' 'bout her last night Scrollin' through our memories, debatin' 'bout our last times Ayy, for a minute we was cool Then we flew just a little too close to the sun Now we finished, now we through Guess we knew one day we would have to grow up Twenty hours in an old Ford Across the Midwest, thinking, "What for?" Drove twenty hours, but it's hopeless Across the Midwest, what a road trip [Dream:] Now that interstate is paved with memories Of a past life I lived when I was eighteen And every winter, I think back to what we used to be In that past life we lived at eighteen
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