Emilio Rojas - The Narrative

Yeah
I'm back in my bag baby
Look
Yeah
I don't name my songs after European cities
When your ancestors walked in jungle streams man it's hard to see a street as pretty
I see the dreams in living
All I got is gratitude
So I don't speak with empty words or platitudes
I am from a city where they clap at you
Jackson Pollack - splatter you
All over the pavement over hating or some Bally shoes
Was ego driven for the longest
Seeking validation - feeling big over some small shit
Arrogant and pompous- overcompensating
Cats will say that they got drip but that's just condensation
I just want a simple life with no more complications
It take a man to settle beef with conversation
Remember waking up - early morning had to skate before class
Free period senior year I got my first piece of ass
I walked around the whole day with shortys stain on my pants
Looking back it made me feel like the man
Had a job at the supermarket just to save up some cash
So I could drive to spots to skate and pay gas
Mama used to get mad
She was stressing, trying to raise a son
All alone in a place where they just raise a gun
And half the kids I grew up with - they lost their way to drugs
Sometimes I sit and wonder what they was escaping from
My first break up was emotional
My ex she cut me open too
Cuz her ex was trash so
Love become disposable
Yeah
We was just learning the ropes
Watching our dreams disappear in the smoke"

Written by:
Steven Jared Sussman, Nicolas Robert Segreti, Emilio Rojas, Johnny Jr. Gaitan

Publisher:
Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing

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