Letra da Música Memories de 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
Never look back
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