Memories
Goody Grace
Well I remember
Drivin' around
Trying to think of each and every way that I could maybe get my ass up out this town
And I remember
It wasn't long ago
I used to tell my momma "Stop with the yelling" and "No job is why I'm this world"
And I remember sitting outside my school in the back of Zach's car blowing smoke
Telling all of my friends that one day we ain't gonna be broke
But I guess dreams come true because now
I'm writing this by the ocean somehow
Well I was so low
But now I'm high in California
Well I was so low
But now I'm getting high in California
I was so low, low, low, low, low
But now
Now I'm getting high in California
Well I remember
Everyone telling me it would be too hard
But now my artists turned to friends and Mercy Street turned to Sunset Boulevard
And I remember walking down the train tracks
Looking up towards the stars saying: Get us out of here
As we passed around a bottle full of jack
And I remember coming home at night hoping I don't smell like smoke
Telling my momma "Don't worry one day we ain't gonna be broke
Imma pay the bills with these six strings just watch me"
Now I'm on a roll and nobody can stop me
Well I was so low
But now I'm high in California
Well I was so low
But now I'm getting high in California
I was so low, low, low, low, low
But now
Now I'm getting high in California
I'm running 'til I'm dead
I will never slow down
The voice inside my head
Is telling me to go now
Never look back
Well I was so low
But now I'm high in California
Well I was so low
But now I'm getting high in California
I was so low, low, low, low, low
But now
Now I'm getting high in California
Now I'm getting high because
I was so low
But now I'm getting high in California
Well I was so low
But now I'm getting high in California
Well I was so low, low, low, low, low
But now
Oh, now I'm getting high in California