Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Short Stories, artist - Opaque
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Song language: English
Short Stories |
There was this pretty little girl let’s call her B |
She’s from the countryside a small community |
Where everybody knows everybody fed up so she moves |
Down to the capital to feel the big city groove |
She look so smooth, great body language |
Her first night on the town she finds some dudes to hang with |
They so nice to her she experience so much exciting |
Her first ecstasy pill, struck her on lightning |
Now she’s dancing and snorting and fucking around |
A year passes by she’s famous in town |
Change of hair, change of clothes house party queen |
She still looks great get in all the clubs for free |
Then the guys get pleased they fill up and know |
She’ll give 'em bedroom shows |
She wanna be a model, you got a camera sure pose |
''I couldn’t done this at home, but this is the big city nobody’s gonna know'' |
Hang with the guys who can’t provide, switch friends every month |
Coked up, fucked up calm down with a blunt |
She really wants a boyfriend and she’s got a heavy habit |
So if you got coke in her rotten pussy you can have it |
This town ain’t that big, you’re not invisible |
Rumors make the shit grow when everybody would know |
This town ain’t that big, you’re not invisible |
Rumors simply grow when everybody would know |
There was this little city boy let’s call him ''G'' |
17 year old bully he got everything for free |
In fights he stung like a bee he was a tough one |
Did break-ins at night, sold drugs and puffed one |
If he says some stupid shit please don’t argue |
He’s stoned out on pills so he probably harm you |
Ugly shit he’s going through ''But he’s okay with it he ain’t on drugs'' |
A lot of beefs, grudges and all his friends is thugs |
Jumped but look like worn out rugs out of balance |
G been arrested in a couple of towns for violence so he got a criminal record |
Just got himself a gun so his mind is erected |
But although says his boys respect it |
A saturday night on the town, fucked up and out of his mind |
He walks into a clown, and he’s carrying his pistol |
A friend of them tells him ''The guy over the district'' |
G walks up to the sucker push him and say what’s up |
This other guy put juniors back with a uppercut |
G shoots us getting off on the floor |
He hit the suckers chest one hit the bathroom door |
Now he try to run away and play Hide and Seek |
But he ain’t got a chance see he’s caugh within a week |
The kid he shot died from his luck through the heart |
G sobered it up now I know his whole life is ripped apart |
The judge gave him a heavy sentence |
He’s barely slept staring at the cell wall |
So full of regret rolling cigarettes and say ''I can change I swear'' |
But first he got to do his time and it’s quite a few years |
This town ain’t that big, you’re not invisible |
Rumors make the shit grow when everybody would know |
He’s shooting at people |
This town ain’t that big, you’re not invisible |
He’s been shooting people when everybody would know |