Young and wasted look at me now
I'm the king of California
Straight out of Tennessee
C'mon baby crash on my couch
You've got that hollywood nosebleed
You've got the pedigree
But when the seasons change
That's when I'll check that plane and go
Back to the middle, I'm gonna be high
Back to the middle, when I've had enough I will fly
Back to the middle, passengers please stand by
Back to the middle it's a miracle I've escaped alive
In the thick, thick electric air
There's a cloud of smoke ascending
Blocking the city lights
Fast and Faded, dead in Times Square
I'm not looking for a heartache
I gotta catch a flight
Because the weather's cold
This scene is getting old
in teh freeze I'm dreaming of the palm trees
On the beat I scheme about the city
Why should I go back?
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