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letra de anthropomorphic - naturally trash

[intro]
if i had, if i had the world in the palm of my hands
in the palm of my hands

[verse 1]
it was mickey d’s and who’s house we stay at then
now i feel weight on shoulders that wasn’t there in the past tense
we sippin kool aid jammers, eatin pizza goldfish crackers
not a worry in the world, i just wanted to be a rapper
just wanted to be a trapper, never thought it was not the finer trip
i was cool if the disc had stickers plastered on the right of it
i almost lived at jacob’s home because he was so close to us
he showed me my first rap albums, speakerboxx, stankonia
and when we stayed at luis’s, it was n six four and pasta
down at carmines with the broccoli, and garlic bread lasanga
and niko fell out the car making turns headed to tiato’s
we hid it from my mom cause she would go f-ckin loco
it was dope though, no hospital visit, just a couple injuries
i love -censored- to death and it’ll always f-ckin get to me, godd-mn
and it’ll always f-ckin get to me, godd-mn

[verse 2]
not enough tunes make you feel like you in tune
but “realest n-ggas” b.i.g was sum i could get into
noah’s father put me on, and sometimes it felt like he my uncle
just because they’ve been family friends since i was a youngin
i thought noah was my cousin, until i was nine or somethin
it was kinda stupid of me cause i knew we wasn’t blood related
our love decayed for each other’s families, disintrested
they were still involved in church, our family wasn’t with that sh-t
except for my father, the f-cking pastor, f-ckin holy man
was a dummy no-good emotional abuser f-cking bully man
only man i had in life as an idol was my brother
but even him around that time was start to get into some trouble
it was time to stop being a sheltered jit and pop my bubble
my life flipped upside down and now the rain becoming puddles, godd-mn
and now the rain becoming puddles, godd-mn

[verse 3]
you ain’t feel embarr-ssed til the whole room lookin at you
all your thoughts are drained and all you have to use there is the bathroom
so you dip and hit the backroom, lose some friends along the bad route
and reunite and end up livin happily ever after
but this isn’t a fairy tale, i can’t believe the world we live in
blood calls and kids are crippin, had to stop, thought i was trippin
i’m as f-cked up as the next guy but we oughta stop the cycle
because newer age millenials forgotten to recycle
just by producing more of em, we slowly k!ll the planet
we’re creating fewer believers and more of em satanic
and we never gonna fix it, and we’ll never ever change
we’ll keep our faces in our phones and hope n pray it go away

[outro]
do kids even believe in santa anymore?
do we search for cures of cancer anymore?
do we even try for answers anymore?
or do we leave it a mystery and drop our baggage at the door?
do kids even believe in santa anymore?
do we search for cures of cancer anymore?
do we even try for answers anymore?
or do we leave it a mystery and drop our baggage at the door?

- naturally trash

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