Train food
I remember I had walked home that day content with all my misery
Told myself it'd get better, no clue what there was next for me
Remember there was people, walking, talking in the distance
I was dressed for winter weather, but the summer rays were kissing me, I, I was lost
So I took a different path, in the distance he awaited me
Had no weapon, I'm guessing his hands were just enough for me
Was no question, I'm guessing he laughed just at the sight of me
I was lost
I remember I had walked home that day content with all my misery
Told myself it'd get better, no clue what there was next for me
Remember there was people, walking, talking in the distance
I was dressed for winter weather, but the summer rays were kissing me, I, I was lost
And there he was, his presence was alarming
As he approached, was casual, we talked 'bout self-harming
He told me, "Kid, you shouldn't be walking on your own"
He smiled and laughed, and pat my back
He asked, "How far are you from home?"
I said, "Maybe 30 minutes"
His frequency distorted quick, I've seen it in his image
I should've run right fucking there-
You ever woke up on a train track, with no motherfucking clothes on?
Death before your eyes, you're praying to God, but ain't no response
Tryna scream for hope, just a shoulder that you can lean on
But ain't nobody coming, so you scream on and scream on and scream on
While this evil fuck laugh at you
Train getting closer, you still surprised that he battered you
Tears falling harder and harder, minutes get minuscule
Could've had a son or a daughter, now what you finna do?
You finna die here on this train track
'Cause clearly after death, ain't no way you can find your way back
Thinking 'bout your previous memories, going way back
All them fucking dreams 'bout a diamond chain and a Maybach
Now your time finally up
Ask yourself this final question, is you going down or up?
Recollecting all the moments that you never gave a fuck
Now it's here, death has now arrived, time's finally up
Told myself it'd get better, no clue what there was next for me
Remember there was people, walking, talking in the distance
I was dressed for winter weather, but the summer rays were kissing me, I, I was lost
So I took a different path, in the distance he awaited me
Had no weapon, I'm guessing his hands were just enough for me
Was no question, I'm guessing he laughed just at the sight of me
I was lost
I remember I had walked home that day content with all my misery
Told myself it'd get better, no clue what there was next for me
Remember there was people, walking, talking in the distance
I was dressed for winter weather, but the summer rays were kissing me, I, I was lost
And there he was, his presence was alarming
As he approached, was casual, we talked 'bout self-harming
He told me, "Kid, you shouldn't be walking on your own"
He smiled and laughed, and pat my back
He asked, "How far are you from home?"
I said, "Maybe 30 minutes"
His frequency distorted quick, I've seen it in his image
I should've run right fucking there-
You ever woke up on a train track, with no motherfucking clothes on?
Death before your eyes, you're praying to God, but ain't no response
Tryna scream for hope, just a shoulder that you can lean on
But ain't nobody coming, so you scream on and scream on and scream on
While this evil fuck laugh at you
Train getting closer, you still surprised that he battered you
Tears falling harder and harder, minutes get minuscule
Could've had a son or a daughter, now what you finna do?
You finna die here on this train track
'Cause clearly after death, ain't no way you can find your way back
Thinking 'bout your previous memories, going way back
All them fucking dreams 'bout a diamond chain and a Maybach
Now your time finally up
Ask yourself this final question, is you going down or up?
Recollecting all the moments that you never gave a fuck
Now it's here, death has now arrived, time's finally up
Credits
Writer(s): Jahseh Onfroy, Johnathan Cunningham
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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