Elliott Smith - The Worlds Ending lyrics

[Intro] …of chance to you, to him is one of real sk** So glad to meet you, Angeles Picking up the ticket shows there's money to be made Go on and lose the gamble that's the history of the trade Did you add up all the cards left to play to zero And sign up with evil, Angeles Don't start me trying now uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh ‘Cause I'm all over it, Angeles I could make you satisfied in everything you do All your secret wishes could right now be coming true And be forever with my broken arms around you No one's gonna fool around with us No one's gonna fool around with us So glad to meet you, Angeles [Hook] I'm just doing what I'm doing, I've been moving lately I'm just trying to live my life, but this sh** is crazy And everybody think I'm good and I'm fantastic Even though I'm in the game, b**h I'm not a rapper [Verse 1] Seen it's real life when they k**ed the childhood friend The funeral looked like a middle school reunion Rewind the tape, man I swear they couldn't do this Now I live paranoid Confucius Think about the day that I'm gonna stop breathing Anything could happen please don't misread it Tornado watch in Orange Country I can see it The world coming to an end I really can't believe it [Hook] [Bridge 1] Can't nobody hear my cry when I'm in the zone Don't nobody give a f**, b**h I'm all alone And the people, man they really don't give a sh** They'll leave you on your dick and they'll f** your b**h [Verse 2] Why in school they didn't teach about the taxes? In the real world man it's all about taxes All about TV and living above average Where the f** you staying, all about your status What the f** you drive to the size of your mattress How big your chain and the girls that you smashing How much you work plus the time you relaxing Time spent in jail and on the street savage Mixed with the robbers, the stress, and the addicts Mixed with the greed and the guns and the havoc Mixed with the weed and the pills and the acid k**ing off my people and the media is laughing Learn about the past but the present is what's happening Probation, slavery, pissing for the master The cops is a gang and they really beat your a** And the courts is the mob and it's ran by the cash [Hook] [Bridge 2] I look good on the outside But messed up in the inside And everybody got a gun now I guess I'm ready to die let me fly [Verse 3] I really feel like I might not get married I don't trust myself so I trust her barely And I'm not a dog and I'm not a cheetah But the girls is bending over screaming Lil Beezy And they don't tell you that they run around with diseases f** the wrong one, catch AIDS, can't believe it Russian roulette everyone watched and cheated Your main girl high in tax and she f**ing Regis Who wants a million? Most gold diggers do Say one thing and think another, man they really do Anything that help you go to hell with the parachute They really just chirping, talking back like the parrots do I'm really trying to spit real life like the parents do Ask bout Lil B and they tell you that I spit the truth A lot of people don't understand what I do And when the world ends just play this song when it's through