A sad story, might find it boring Lost his Mum to a drug named heroin Father's gone, so Grandma's left with everything Two grandkids and a daughter's coffin
I never really knew him when he was growing up But I assumed that it was a little fucked; No parents for him to look up too Just a brother whom I knew was a dodgy fuck
Later on, second school and You will probably call us friends But a more appropriate word is a social acquaintance Cause if I'm honest, I never really gave a shit
I used to think he was a dick Tried too hard to fit And never grow out of it
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much He's probably given up, given up I think he's had enough, had enough Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
Never left his home town That's what probably did it Never saw the other worlds That he didn't want to go and get it
Occupied by fitting in where minds A small west, small things Make the small things feel so tall
Will he ever change? Well apparently He reapplied for college and was waiting for his grades It wouldn't help his case Oh, I couldn't ever say
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much He's probably given up, given up I think he's had enough, had enough Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much He's probably given up, given up I think he's had enough, had enough Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
But wait my life's out, a night out Brothers in town, some doubt A few fights, now kicked out clubs, shit the suns up One looks all it took for his girl to cuss at another
Dudes being dudes They blow at the chest to impress these breasts That'd just started this mess They must protect the damsel in distress So other girls man decides to clench his fists
And then he threw and missed Brothers hit, as did his Dropped him quick, then one kick to the head Oh shit other man is dead
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much He's probably given up, given up I think he's had enough, had enough Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much He's probably given up, given up I think he's had enough, had enough Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
And now he's locked away 21 years of age How many lives will go to waste? As far as graves Until I see some fucking change
Oh, and I don't even know how We can change it too! I want another life
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much He's probably given up, given up I think he's had enough, had enough Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much He's probably given up, given up I think he's had enough, had enough Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
Life is so precious well Sometimes I forget, but hell When I see deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
