Mouse Powell - What A Trip

[@RX203]

My brother in law Daniel loves this song.

[@chuckbaldwin2456]

The keyboard and trumpet are slick.

[@HighOnSportsNetwork]

And I can tell by the way that you're angry You ain't gonna save me baby you should let go And if I come back home Know that you could make it on your own It happens time and time again If I could find myself I would find a friend At 13 I tried to hippy hop a cable Split my chin up on the cement And swore I'd never ride a skateboard again Yea I was crazier then It's kinda crazy lookin back on all the phases you're in Mohawks, skinny jeans, tall tees, mini vans , skateboards , fixed gears, punk rock, indie bands I seen it all it made me everything I am When rancid plays I still say that's the jam Damn, it's been a minute since I checked in The records still spinning where I left it Degrees still sitting at on my what will I do next list And I still ain't eating breakfast much We made it on the guest list but had to drop a couple friends It ain't that they stopped calling I just stopped calling them Love is good life is short t for what ever its worth If you say you're down to work then my times always yours And I can tell by the way that you're angry You ain't gonna save me baby you should let go And if I come back home Know that you could make it on your own It happens time and time again If I could find myself I would find a friend At 18 I learned a lot about the friend zone She ain't even touch the ball and had me dreaming of the end zone since my first tour I don't think I've been home Yea man whatever high school was the shit though Me and Chris Williams rolling in his Camry Dreaming bout the day I leave town and win a Grammy Movies every Friday I fell in love with Danie I'd still blow it in my pants if she offered me a handy What a trip what a trip does What a difference a day makes What do you call it when you make enemies from yesterday's playmates So if you know me spread the love If you don't then wisen up Raise your glass call your girl and if your drunk take the bus Damn it almost bright out turn the lights out Take the long way home and find the right route Put those head phones on let it ride out Loosen up your trucks if you're with me light a white owl And I can tell by the way that you're angry You ain't gonna save me baby you should let go And if I come back home Know that you could make it on your own It happens time and time again If I could find myself I would find a friend What a trip what a trip does What id do to catch a quick buzz Five hours from here theres a place where we can get lunch and chill and act like its real Or pretend that it's pretend Either way I'm going still so call me if you're in I'm just trying to find a way to roll this stone Some folks get home sick I'm getting sick of home So I'm leaving in the AM Ain't no way that I'll be staying So when the whistle blows I'll be hoppin on the train Mom says I'm a dreamer Ref says I'm a schemer I don't think I'm either but I'm somewhere in between there I'm Clark Kent without the powers dreaming here for hours of the day I get to fuck Lois Lane up in the shower It looks better in my rear view I'm headed for the coast I'll call you when I get a clear view see less