Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 19, artist - Landon Cube. Date of issue: 25.09.2017
Song language: English
19 |
| West coast thrillin', all night chillin' |
| Smoking through the morning to suppress these feelings |
| Streets so vivid, people so livid |
| Not a soul safe in the world that we’re living |
| No pop pillin', backwood sealing |
| But my brother staring at a styrofoam ceiling |
| East coast feeling, I don’t like to feel it |
| So I spend my morning staring at the earth’s ceiling |
| I know you won’t miss me, like I miss you |
| 'Cause I’m a fuckin' fool |
| I know you won’t miss me, like I miss you |
| 'Cause I’m a fuckin' fool |
| That’s that, shawty snapped |
| This time think she don’t want me back |
| That’s that, that’s that (Yeah, damn) |
| That’s that, shawty snapped |
| This time think she don’t want me back |
| That’s that, that’s that (Damn) |
| Time passed, too fast |
| Next year think I’m going up next |
| That’s that, that’s that (Yeah) |
| Let bygones, be bygones |
| We don’t gotta shed tears no more |
| We don’t gotta shed tears no more |
| And I left home, I hope that’s cool |
| I’m in west L.A., I’ve been acting a damn fool |
| Like that’s cool, like that’s cool |
| I don’t wanna go back to the damn east coast |
| Goin' ghost, give a toast to my brand new post (Woah) |
| And I don’t needa sell my soul |
| (Next year think I’m going up next) |
| I know all good things gotta come to an end |
| But I’m 19, swearing that it’s all pretend |
| Think I lost my mind and I lost my friends |
| But I’m 19, swearing that it’s all pretend, woah-oh |
| I know you won’t miss me, like I miss you |
| 'Cause I’m a fuckin' fool |
| You won’t miss me, I promise you |
| 'Cause I’m a fuckin' fool |
| I know you won’t miss me, like I miss you |
| You don’t miss me like I miss you |
| 'Cause I’m a fuckin' fool |
| That’s that, shawty snapped |
| This time think she don’t want me back |
| That’s that, that’s that (Yeah, damn) |
| Time passed, too fast |
| Next year think I’m going up next |
| That’s that, that’s that (Damn) |
| That’s that, shawty snapped |
| This time think she don’t want me back |
| That’s that, that’s that |
| Let bygones, be bygones |
| We don’t gotta shed tears no more |
| We don’t gotta shed tears no more |
| West coast thrillin', all night chillin' |
| Smoking through the morning to suppress these feelings |
| Streets so vivid, people so livid |
| Not a soul safe in the world that we’re living |
| No pop pillin', backwood sealing |
| Seventh mornin' staring at a styrofoam ceiling |
| East coast feeling, I don’t like to feel it |
| So I spend my morning staring at the earth’s ceiling |
| West coast thrillin', all night chillin' |
| Smoking through the morning to suppress these feelings |
| Streets so vivid, people so livid |
| Not a soul safe in the world that we’re living |
| No pop pillin', backwood sealing |
| Now my brother staring at a styrofoam ceiling |
| East coast feeling, I don’t like to feel it |
| So I spend my morning staring at the earth’s ceiling |