You know what it reminds me of?
Those times when like, I just stepped outta the door with like, nothin' in my pockets but air ya know?
You know I just booked it out the door, ran down the street and began my journey or whatever.
And I like never knew where I was going or even where I was sometimes.
It was ******' sick you know? Like I was so free, man.
And then I would try to find these canyons with these gnarly trails and try to run them barefoot just so I could feel every bump and grain of dirt or blade of grass.
It was good just to get away, you've felt that, yeah?
Like when it's just you and the world and you have all the time within it and you don't even care, it's some rad ****.
You can go anywhere! It was like an endless road you know?
There aint no bunk teachers or fake *** friends holdin' you back.
You're not with anyone so you don't have to talk about the next time you're all gonna smoke or drink.
That's their endless road I guess, but I aint about that.
Just let me be free, man.
I want to end up at the ocean and smell that salty air.
I want to feel the waves tossing me around, I need to feel as if I'm at the mercy of something more powerful than me, just so I can renew the thrill of livin.
Like, it's crazy dude.
There's somethin' about that road, that forever road.
It's somethin' else.