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letra de the end of the world - travis thompson

[verse 1: travis thompson]
it’s been a short ride, but, man, it’s been a crazy one
the sh-t we seen and overcaming all of it has made us some
h-ll of a bunch of kids with stories for the ages
of how the h-ll we got here
you can read it in the pages of receipts, and tweets, and poems that we left along the way
everyday is something new, i see the look on mama’s face
i know this world is sick and it’s twisted, the kids never listen, my prints in the system, and vince own a pistol
i’ve never seen him use it, but he pulled it out a couple times
we talked him down from getting l!cks with it like, “bruh, you trippin'”
he used to be my hero, always owed us money
i remember tryna light your tree, the power-cut
and you were sitting on the ground, crying for some normalcy
angry at me, standing there: “you don’t deserve this more than me”
well, that’s just how it is, why’d i showed up at your crib
and them kids in cl-ss have the nerve to say that you smell like sh-t
i swear to god, i almost hit ’em
swear to god, we never listen
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
the 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, sh-t was so simple then
them pills done took control, and then we never saw vince again
my mama 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 it’s funny ’cause no one could hold a candle to us
but hey, that’s just growing up

[chorus: parisalexa & travis thompson]
my mama say the world’s gonna end soon (end soon)
i tell her, “not yet, i got a lot left”
but, it’ll happen if it’s meant to (meant to)
and imma feel fine
my mama say the world’s gonna end soon (gonna end soon)
i tell her, “not yet, i got a lot left”
but, it’ll happen when it’s meant to (when it’s meant to)
and imma feel fine (and imma feel fine)
imma feel fine, imma feel alright, imma feel fine

[verse 2: travis thompson]
if it all ended right now, i’ll feel fine
i’d probably sit up on my roof, reminisce all them times
we spent trippin’ ’bout some sh-t that only mattered in the moment
like a fight that’s up the hill — motorola sidekick’s recording
metaphors and metamorphosis
apartment buildings poorly-lit
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 everyday, and my pastor called me a prophet
and my past is full of losses, but that’s that sh-t that made me the high-pitched loser
way too faded, i’m pacing in the bathroom at some girl’s house
throwing up a lung
my uncle finished drinks, put down the bottle when he’s done
so i went looking, but couldn’t find nothing — didn’t 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 there to rock with vince and chris and trey and mike and lisa, darren, lindsey — sh-t, the list gon’ f-ck my day up
thinking, “why? it’s not goodbye no more, it’s only stay up”
and so, i stop
soak it all in, f-ck the outcome
get on top the car in standstill traffic
do your album, get a grammy, get on fallon
they sleeping, they in a slumber
“everybody’s little homie,” yet i’m doing bigger numbers
so, i can’t sit still
no, i can’t sit
i’ll be at the forefront when that wave hit
and if it knock down the needle, the ground split — i’m chilling
these apocalyptic rantins got that gang and youngin’ singin’ like

[chorus: parisalexa & travis thompson]
my mama say the world’s gonna end soon (end soon)
i tell her, “not yet, i got a lot left”
but, it’ll happen if it’s meant to (meant to)
and imma feel fine
my mama say the world’s gonna end soon (gonna end soon)
i tell her, “not yet, i got a lot left” (not yet)
but, it’ll happen when it’s meant to (when it’s meant to)
and imma feel fine (and imma feel)
and imma feel fine, and imma feel fine, and imma feel fine

- travis thompson

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