Sad story, my fun and 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 fuck No parents for him to look up to Just a brother whom I knew was a dirty fuck Shit, I used to think he was dead
Try too hard to fit and never grew out of it.
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much.
He's probably giving up, giving 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
Giving up, I think he's had enough Had enough, cause he ran out of luck
Never left his hometown, so probably did it Never saw the other world, so he didn't wanna go and get it
Occupy by fitting in where minds are small Where small things make the small kings feel so tall Will he ever change?
Well, apparently he will He applied for college and was waiting for his grades
Word that help his case.
What I could have never said.
Now he don't talk too much.
Talk too much.
He's probably giving up.
Givin' up, I think he's had enough Had enough, he's here right now to love Had enough, no we don't talk too much Talk too much, he's probably givin' up
came from love.
I think he's had enough, had enough.
He ran out of love, out of love.
But wait, no lights out and I out.
Brothers in town, so no doubt.
A few fights now kicked out.
Club shit, the sun's up.
One look, solid talk.
Farmer's girl to cuss at another.
Dudes being dudes.
They blow at the chest to impress these breasts that are just out of this mess.
They must protect.
The damsel in distress To other girls, man decides to clench his fist And then he threw a miss
brothers hit, as did his, dropped in 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 giving up, giving up I think he's had enough, had enough Cause he run out of luck, out of luck Now he don't talk too much, talk too much He's probably giving up
Givin' up to think he's had enough, had enough Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
And now he's locked away.
How many lives must go to waste?
Father's praise until I see some fucking change.
And I don't even know why.
We continue to fight one another now Now he don't talk too much, talk too much, he's probably giving up
Give enough, I think he's had enough Had enough, cause he ran out of luck Had a lot, now he don't talk too much Talk too much, he's probably given up
I think he's had enough, had enough Cause he ran out of love, out of love
We don't talk too much, talk too much He's probably giving up, giving up
I think he's had enough, had enough.
Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck.
