Where The Sidewalk Ends Lyrics by Garrett Nash
My resting place, ain’t eat, pray, love
And salads aren’t my favorite brunch
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My resting place, ain’t eat, pray, love
And salads aren’t my favorite brunch
Palm trees burning in breeze
And even when it rains, it’s seventy degrees
Stacy’s mom has got it goin’ on
Stacy’s mom has got it goin’ on
I’m kinda over it, I’m kinda over you
I’m kinda over acting like the sh#t you like
I want a little house in the middle of nowhere
Where the green vines grow in the summer time and nobody goes there