The End of the World

Hese people have changed him and made him...
Read more Its been a short ride But man its been a crazy one The shit
We've seen and overcame,
And all of it has made us some Helluva 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
And every day its something new
I see the look on mommas face I know this world Is sick and its
Twisted, the kids never listen My prints in the system,
And Vince own a pistol I never seen em use it But he pulled it out a
Couple times We talked him down from hitting licks with it Like "bro
You trippin'" And he used to be my hero,
Always owed us money I remember tryna light your tree,
The power cut and you was sitting on the ground
Crying for some normalcy,
Angry at me standing there You don't deserve this more than me,
But thats just how it is Water shut off at your crib And them kid in
Class had the nerve to say that you smelled like shit I swear to god
I almost hit em I swear to god we never listened 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 To 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 momma 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 its funny Cause no one could hold a candle to us But hey,
Thats just growing up My momma say the world's gonna end soon I tell
Her not yet, I got a lot left But,
It'll happen when it's meant too And I'm a feel fine My momma say the
World's gonna end soon I tell her not yet, I got a lot left But,
It'll happen when it's meant too And I'm a feel fine If it all ended
Right now I'd feel fine I'd prolly sit up on my roof And reminisce
All them times We spent trippin bout some shit That only mattered in
The moment Like a fight thats up the hill Motorola side kicks,
Record it Metaphors and metamorphosis Apartment buildings poorly lit
I'm more or less a product of fugitives Fugee choruses I know I talk
A lot And say nothing in the process But I'm learning every day And
My pastor call me profit And my past is full of losses But Thats the
Shit that made me The high pitch loser Way too faded I'm pacing In a
Bathroom at some girls house Throwing up a lung My uncle finish
Drinks, look down the bottle when he's done So we went looking But
Couldn't find nothing That could phase me Looking at myself In the
Mirror I'm like okay breathe You're fine,
You're good When they ask you say stupendous Cause you know if it all
Stopped and the world ended They'd flee the city without you Take a
Private flight Leave you there to rot With vince and chris and tre
And mike and lisa, darren,
Lindsey Shit the list could gon fuck my day up Thinking why its not
Goodbye no more Its only stay up and so i Stop Soak it all in fuck
The outcome Get on top the car in stand still traffic Do ya album Get
A grammy Get on fallon They sleeping they in a
Slumber Everybody's little homie Yet I'm doin bigger numbers?
So I can't stand still No i can't sit I'll be at the forefront when
That wave hit And when it knock down the needle The ground split Im
Chillin These apocalyptic writtens Got a gang of youngins singing
Like My momma say the world's gonna end soon I tell her not yet I got
A lot left But, it'll happen when it's meant too And I'm a feel fine
My momma say the world's gonna end soon I tell her not yet I got
A lot left But it'll happen when it's meant too And I'm a feel fine