The End Of The World

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 em 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 you told me

That we would meet

Go home

To Quesadillas on my front porch

Growing up's a blood sport

And if it came to conversations

Only ask for one more

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

Cuz 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'ma 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'ma feel fine

If it all ended right now

I'd feel fine

I'd prolly sit up on my roof

And reminisce all the 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 nothin in the process

Buit I'm learning every day

And my pastor call me profit

The 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

Cuz 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'ma 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'ma feel fine