Lewis Cullen - Seven Years Gone lyrics

[Verse 1] The year is 2020, and I'm goin back home/ Nervous and excited cause I'm comin back alone/ And I haven't seen the kids that I grew up with/ Cause I only brought the friends that I blew up with/ And that ain't sayin much, half a dozen minus one/ And that's including me, so 4 would be the sum/ I'm done with the fame for now/ I wanna kick back, tell me where the kids at/ I wanna feel the same for now/ (sh**) but everything is different/ 7 years have pa**ed, and alot of it is missin/ I was so sure ta leave, I compared it to a prison/ Either rot in here and die, or carry out the vision/ The wishlist consist of, visiting the block/ The corner house on Troy, it's the residence of Pops/ Can't see my moms, cause I moved her back home/ Middleton, Rhode Island, I call her on the phone/ [Verse 2] I'm lyin in the gra**line, just so I can pa** time/ Counting all the cars, reminiscing on the last time/ Me and you both, we got a little bit closer/ Unseperable at first like a wall and a poster/ Parkin by the airport, sitting on the hood right/ I never loved a girl, anymore than I could right/ Paint dripped headlights, whiter than some bed lice/ Thinkin all these thoughts got me softer than a bread slice/ And how bout that, tryna survive in the rap/ A woman that won't leave and I swear it ain't a trap/ You get out what you put in, I think I lost my footing/ I dove right in that b**h, blindfolded, never looking/ I haven't seen her since, when my tapes hit the prints/ I focused on my music, never following her hints/ And I knew that it was real, from the sh** that I was in/ Before the public eye took a hold and put a spin/ [Verse 3] With every good memory, a few of them are bad/ A couple of those kids still at home with mom and dad/ In all those 7 years, they were druggin, chuggin beers/ Missin opportunities, I'm breakin down in tears/ But I can't help anyone that doesn't want change/ I remember leavin town and my body felt strange/ I looked em in the face, they were lookin at a case/ They were followin the steps, mediocrity at best/ I'm tryin not ta bag em cause I love em all ta d**h/ So maybe I should leave steada waste another breath/ And I swear nothin changes, only weather and the ages/ I'm the one that made it out from the pressure and the cages/ But what's left now? sitting on the old bench/ Reminiscin on my life and how it turned like a wrench/ Never thought I'd say it, but I'ma pour a cup a hen/ And let the bottle drip, in the memory of friends/