Coastin'

Check, check, check Let me tell you 'bout a trip, it was lit, real shit Mitch Fish cross country, but a bike was his whip It was all packed on, a little tent was the crib Me, myself, and I. No lie. That was it I flew out to the coast, first time on the west I didn't have much I just had a lil check (check, check, check) A little stress, a little dream up in my head I didn't need a bed; I was sleeping in a bag It only seems fittin' now I'm sleeping with a bag Hard not to acknowledge all the privilege I had I had a chance to chase a dream. I knew I had to chase it fast Graduated in the spring, the same question they all ask"When you gonna get a job? You finally gonna make cash?" I thought I'm 20 years old, I was barely making class I couldn't even drink, but I would still be paying tax? I said"Let me grab a bike", I started planning on the map Flying out to Oregon. I bought the bike in Portland A couple cousins picked me up; their help was real important They drove me to the coast; I dip my tire in the ocean Then I hit the road, safe to say, was finally coastin Gatorade and water was the potion. Like, oh shit The first mountain coming up the road, slow motion Keep pushin' pedals, head down, stay focused Breathin' getting labored, still I gotta seize the moment Finally hit the peak, see the views 360 I had seen a lot, but nothin' like the water misting Hittin' on the coast, steep cliffs, rain dripping Vivid in my mind, as I'm writing down the history Reflecting on my memories, I know my parents missed me But those two months alone, ridin' roads began a shifting Of my mindset. Set my sights. Now who listening? Helmet straps and shoes weren't the only thing that's clicking Let me tell you 'bout a trip, it was lit, real shit Mitch fish cross country, but a bike was his whip It was all packed on, a little tent was the crib Me, myself, and I. No lie. That was it I flew out to the coast, first time on the west I didn't have much I just had a lil check A little stress, a little dream up in my head I didn't need a bed; I was sleeping in a bag Started movin' East, to a new piece of paradise Sunsets in the desert, 32 degrees Fahrenheit at night So it's no wonder why the bars are always cold as ice I just had to roll the dice Seven AM, when I get up, grab the bike, then I was back it again A hundred miles in a day, and that was right into the wind Talk about a grind, cause you could barely pedal ten But I was doing that daily, before I would order eggs I remember jumpin' fences at a campground with my bike Or that one distillery with all the moonshine that I liked I grabbed some for the road. I hit the pot of gold in Yellowstone I would sip a little bit in every new time zone Iowa, Illinois, Indiana. Gone Every day that passed, one closer to home Every state that passed, the memories on the track Then the bike that I was ridin' start to feel just like a Cadillac I can see it now, but I couldn't see it then Every mile ridden was one closer to the end I ain't talking 'bout the coast. I'm talking 'bout an M Like a million dollars spent. Like the ink inside the pen Like the voices in my head, can often be my closest friend Began to note the frequency, and started tunin' in But turnin' off was often hard. I offer you a glimpse Of the growth inside my mind to find the balance deep within