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The End Of The World Lyrics - Artist : Travis Thompson
[Travis Thompson:]
It's been a short ride, but, man, it's been a crazy one The shit we seen and overcaming all of it has made us some Hell of a bunch of kids with stories for the ages Of how the hell we got here You can read it in the pages of receipts, and tweets, and poems that we left along the way Everyday is something new, I see the look on mama's face I know this world is sick and it's twisted, the kids never listen, my prints in the system, and Vince own a pistol I've never seen him use it, but he pulled it out a couple times We talked him down from getting licks with it like, "bruh, you trippin'" He used to be my hero, always owed us money I remember tryna light your tree, the power-cut And you were sitting on the ground, crying for some normalcy Angry at me, standing there: "you don't deserve this more than me" Well, that's just how it is, why'd I showed up at your crib And them kids in class have the nerve to say that you smell like shit I swear to God, I almost hit 'em Swear to God, we never listen Swear to God, if I could go back, I would do everything different But, we can't - I know So, I stand - alone At the spot that we would meet and we would chill - go home The quesadillas on my front porch Growing up's a blood-sport If it came to conversations, only ask for one more The summer of 2010, shit was so simple then Them pills done took control, and then we never saw Vince again My mama say that he's in a better place That kids who come up outta here, they grow up with no shame I'm at the vigil, holding a candle thinking it's funny 'cause no one could hold a candle to us But hey, that's just growing up [Parisalexa |
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