This is a song about "Old chevy"

Back up on the old hunt,

And get caught, in the moment

Tried them didn't work

Like old mother hubbard

And if i everest, i won't die old/

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

This irritation of life that's getting real old

We forever be real, we'll never fold

You was to young a 18 year old

After every show, a dream she hold

Is a space that now you hold

Since i was a day old,