19 - Landon Cube

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 (Yeah, damn)

That’s that, shawty snapped

This time think she don’t want me back

That’s that, that’s that (Damn)

Time passed, too fast

Next year think I’m going up next

That’s that, that’s that (Yeah)

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 L.A., 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 (Woah)

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, woah-oh

I know you won’t miss me, like I miss you

'Cause I’m a fuckin' fool

You won’t miss me, I promise you

'Cause I’m a fuckin' fool

I know you won’t miss me, like I miss you

You don’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 (Yeah, damn)

Time passed, too fast

Next year think I’m going up next

That’s that, that’s that (Damn)

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

Seventh mornin' 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

Now 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