Travis Thompson - The End of the World lyrics

Its been a short ride, but man... its been a crazy one The sh** 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 cla** had the nerve to say that you smelled like sh** 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 sh** 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 Chorus: 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 sh** 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 sh** 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 sh** the list could gon f** my day up Thinking why its not goodbye no more Its only stay up and so i Stop Soak it all in f** 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 Chorus: 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