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Grew up in the middle class Fruit Roll-Ups and Apple Jacks I loved art but I hated math Fourteen, started skipping class Kissing pretty boys and smoking grass Had cheap drugs in my fanny pack Woke up one day, I was twenty-something And the only thing I've learned so far is We all fall down, yeah, life is a trip When I get a grip is the minute I slip Hold on tight and embrace that shit Just to feel something Starts out slow but it grows back quick We don't get to pick, we just come like this Hold on tight and embrace that shit Just to feel something Dark thoughts keep me up at night Sometimes I don't even wanna try, try, try So hard for some peace of mind I lie in bed looking at the sky, like Wake up, you're already twenty-something The only thing you've learned so far is We all fall down, yeah, life is a trip When I get a grip is the minute I slip Hold on tight and embrace that shit Just to feel something Starts out slow but it grows back quick We don't get to pick, we just come like this Hold on tight and embrace that shit Just to feel something Oh, oh, oh, oh Just to feel something Oh, oh, oh, oh Just to feel something We all fall down, yeah, life is a trip When I get a grip is the minute I slip Hold on tight and embrace that shit Just to feel something Starts out slow but it grows back quick We don't get to pick, we just come like this Hold on tight and embrace that shit Just to feel something