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• Artiste: Travis Thompson
• Titre: Mad Mad World
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Said the world mad, what you finna do about it, kid? There's nothing on this paper say you too (?) Claim you broken, so you smoking like we did (?) Always bitching 'bout some skeletons when your were (?) We'll riot no more, yeah We'll riot, yeah we tired We'll riot no more So, don't try it No more lying I can't be reliant no more, and I'm trying Yeah, I'm trying, but I can't deny it no more Yeah, I'm dying, but I'm trying, yeah I was ten in my five-elevens, bumming every appearance Back when I worked in repack and no one took my shit serious 'Sides a couple I knew, I'm fresh up outta high school With the whole world ahead of me, what the fuck did I choose? To chase a fleet and higher peace of mind Now it's way too steep to climb How I'm so aware, but friends is gone and we ain't see no signs So tell me what's a decent price I'll empty my checking to keep from falling where we each align Caught up in the heat of my-- Own interpretation of who I'm 'posed to be I miss the man who came before me and the one's who close to me You can face the road ahead, dip your toes, and make believe You can take the blue or red or flip 'em both and make it three I got a grip, but homie's tryna make it work with who they with Early twenties, hate they life, but staying for the kid And you know shawty couldn't (?) Out a ring it's perfect with Courthouse documents, deep-down, she always wanted churches She don't want more bodies and life changes make him nervous Shoulda been, call that shit quits, forever question: was it worth it? And the child won't know love until he learn that he deserve it, but By the time they learn, they'll start to see beyond the surface My niece's don't recognize me, Uncle Travis been wiling Blisters up on my feet and Manhattan blocks go for miles And I'm tryna figure the meaning, I really feel like I'm owed it Drinking and getting weeded to muff a lot of commotion When I make it out this hole I dug, imma give my soul a scrub Look up when I wash my hands, I know I'm not the only one Relay sprint from reflections, and I'm feeling like they owe me some Convos with my brothers 'bout they habits like I'm mostly done This whole world is mad and I know it, yeah The world is mad and I know it, yeah The world is mad and I know it, yeah I wish that I could control it, yeah Da, da, da, da, heh Can I hear that?