Testo di 19

West coast thrillin, all night chillin Smoking through the morning to suppress these feelings Streets so vivid, people so livid Not a soul safe in the world that we're living No pop pillin, backwood sealing But my brother staring at a styrofoam ceiling East coast feeling, I don't like to feel it So I spend my morning staring at the earth's ceiling I know you won't miss me, like I miss you Cause I'm a fuckin fool I know you won't miss me, like I miss you Cause I'm a fuckin fool That's that, shawty snapped This time think she don't want me back That's that, that's that That's that, shawty snapped This time think she don't want me back That's that, that's that Time passed, too fast Next year think I'm going up next That's that, that's that Let bygones, be bygones We don't gotta shed tears no more We don't gotta shed tears no more And I left home, I hope that's cool I'm in west LA I've been acting a damn fool Like that's cool, like that's cool I don't wanna go back to the damn east coast, goin ghost, give a toast to my brand new post And I don't needa sell my soul (Next year think I'm going up next) I know all good things gotta come to an end But I'm 19 swearing that it's all pretend Think I lost my mind and I lost my friends but I'm 19 swearing that it's all pretend, ohwoah I know you won't miss me, like I miss you Cause I'ma fuckin fool I know you won't miss me I promise you Cause I'ma fuckin fool I know you won't miss me, like I miss you You don't miss me like I miss you Cause I'ma fuckin fool That's that, shawty snapped This time think she don't want me back That's that, that's that Time passed, too fast Next year think I'm going up next That's that, that's that That's that, shawty snapped This time think she don't want me back That's that, that's that Let bygones be bygones We don't gotta shed tears no more We don't gotta shed tears no more West coast thrillin, all night chillin Smoking through the morning to suppress these feelings Streets so vivid, people so livid Not a soul safe in the world that we're living No pop pillin, backwood sealing But my brother staring at a styrofoam ceiling East coast feeling, I don't like to feel it So I spend my morning staring at the earth's ceiling West coast thrillin, all night chillin Smoking through the morning to suppress these feelings Streets so vivid, people so livid Not a soul safe in the world that we're living No pop pillin, backwood sealing But my brother staring at a styrofoam ceiling East coast feeling, I don't like to feel it So I spend my morning staring at the earth's ceiling