Текст песни The End of the World - Travis Thompson
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
dawg
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
Wtarer
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
contron
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
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
kick
- record
it
Metaphors
and
metamorphosis
Apartment
buildings
poorly
lit
I'm
more
or
less
a
product
of
fugitives-
Fugee
es
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
who
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
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