Текст Landon Cube – 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

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 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