Lyrics Stories - Jon Oliva's Pain

Stories

I got stories for days, kid
Stories for days
Yeah
I got stories of life
Got stories of pain
Got stories of love, I got stories of drugs
I got stories of God, got stories of me
Got stories of people who I know and that I see
I got stories of times in my memory
Stories of my friends and all my enemies
Got stories of the nights, stories in the safe
Come on over, you’ll get the story of the day
Get the story of the day
It’s gettin' late I throw my coat on
My exit what I prolong
Haven’t been here in so long
But all of my friends are so gone
So they won’t notice
I make my Irish goodbye
Get outside, where it’s quiet
Then scenery fills my iris
Get on the road and pass the medium-sized houses dipped in white
Drippin' ice, snowfall is like a giant poltergeist
I call my lady, checkin' on her, hope she up I know I’m right
I make a right and park the car at the rightest side of the yard
And then, right when I park
I get a call from momma
Telling me my momma’s momma’s
Bedside with a doctor saying she ain’t got me much longer
I make my way as fast as I can
She got Alzheimer’s and so she doesn’t know who I am, and yet
Somehow she smiles, whole fam is there and cryin'
‘Cept my Dad but yeah he’s stressing cause my mom is scared of death
And she doesn’t want to let a parent go
The strong one is my apparent role
I smile and her eyes close, she goes
I got stories of life
Got stories of pain
Got stories of love, I got stories of drugs
I got stories of God, got stories of me
Got stories of people who I know and that I see
I got stories of times in my memory
Stories of my friends and all my enemies
Got stories of the nights, stories in the safe
Come on over, you’ll get the story of the day
Get the story of the day
Yeah
Fresh up out the freshman class, got to save the best for last
Red sox cap-wearing Cass is who you know me as
The frat house is where my homies at they rushed it early
I saw ‘em go through pledgin'… body abuse to earn it
Swallowing vodka like it’s water to impress the older brothers
Puke themselves like they some models in this club
This s***'* disgusting
Not really my style
But I did it too, the ridicule I got from fam was wild
Connor what the f***
Been hearing on the up and up
You partying with the wrong crowd
Your quote-unquote brother caught a rape charge
And molly is what he stays on
Tellin' me that’s that s*** you went to school to do?
Your momma slaves her life to pay your bills and you just cruising through?
Nah brotha this ain’t you
Telling my cousin to calm down
He says «Dawg you family, if you fail you bring us all down»
Chills… when somebody says what’s real
He says «It's never too late to breathe life in time that you killed… get right»
I got stories of life
Got stories of pain
Got stories of love, I got stories of drugs
I got stories of God, got stories of me
Got stories of people who I know and that I see
I got stories of times in my memory
Stories of my friends and all my enemies
Got stories of the nights, stories in the safe
Come on over, you’ll get the story of the day
Get the story of the day
I got stories of fear
I got stories of faith
Got stories I would never tell nobody in this place
I got stories of livin'
Got stories of dyin'
Got stories of actually doing, stories of tryin'
Got stories up, apartment’s on the seventh floor, I’m higher
Stories of what’s real, I got some stories where I’m lyin'
Got some stories so fire they could heat entire venues
Got so many stories I’ma probably never get to but we movin' on
Yeah
Off-key, don’t care mother******
Yeah
I got stories of me