T R I P - 2wenty 9

January twenty-ninth and I’m just chilling with friends
Driving down this road and it seems like it will not end
As I’m driving I look up I got a text from a friend
He told me don’t say nothing but charlie is dead
I said wait what If you’re joking it’s not funny
I just got off work so I’m not worried bout not money
He told me no dummy
I’m not trying to be funny
I’m at his house now please believe me and just trust me
I said well okay I guess I’m on the way
With tears down my face I got no time to play
I pushed my foot on the peddle and all I did was pray
When I got there all I seen was cops then my mind went blank
Yeah, then my mind went blank
Let’s take it way back, yeah
It all started way back let’s go back to the fifth
His pops was my coach so that’s how we came friends
The second day of school we were sitting in gym
Then here he comes with all the funny jokes that he said
He said what up bro how do I know you
I told him I don’t know but I play for the youth group
He told me oh yeah, my dad is the one that coached you
You’re the one who did that spin then scored that touchdown nice move
Yeah, we laughed and we started joking
Hoping that one day we could be rich yacht in the ocean
A soldier like no other matter fact that mans my brother
Growing up it was a struggle felt alone he lost his mother
But his pops was always there taught him well and gave him structure
I heard the news I was confused my heart it almost ruptured
It cut me deep way underneath a knife should even puncture
Yeah, the feelings lost feelings gone I think I’m going under
Yeah
I love you man
Five till I die
Shout out you
Charlie

Written by:
Christerfer Jones III

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