Spare Change by Byron Langley Lyrics

Main roads, blue boards, my thumb is sore
Do you have space for one
[?], rollin' hills and sandy chills
Can you take me to the promised land

Sunrise, sweet town, the people all smile
The plastic's meltin' from their mouth
Fake tan, pool hair, I must be lost
Man, I appreciate the ride

And the suburb boys drive their big Jeeps
The city girls don't play games
I'm at a traffic light doin' a dance
Do you mind if you spare some change

Cold nights, street fights, a cardboard box
At least the stars know me by name
Cheap thrills, steeps hills, barefoot [?]
Avoiding a reflective vest

And the suburb boys drive their big Jeeps
The city girls don't play games
I'm at a traffic light doin' a dance
Do you mind if you spare some change
Oh, the change is comin' for me
I trap myself in this selfless dream
[?] money ain't that funny
Gettin' thirty cents a piece

Well the suburb boys drive their big Jeeps
The city girls don't play games
I'm at a traffic light doin' a dance
Do you mind if you spare some change

Oh, the change is comin' for me
I trap myself in this selfless dream
[?] money ain't that funny
Gettin' thirty cents a piece