Merk & Kremont - Sad Story lyrics

A sad story, might find it boring Lost his Mum to a drug named h**n Father’s gone, so Grandma’s left with everything Two grandkids and a daughter’s coffin. I never really knew him when he was growing up But I a**umed that it was a little f*cked No parents for him to look up too Just a brother whom I knew was a dodgy f*ck. S**t, I used to think he was a d*ck Tried too hard to fit And never grow out of it. Now he don’t talk too much, talk too much He’s probably given up, given up I think he’s had enough, had enough Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck. Now he don’t talk too much, talk too much He’s probably given up, given up I think he’s had enough, had enough Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck. Never left his home town That’s what probably did it Never saw the other worlds That he didn’t want to go and get it. Occupied by fitting in where minds A small west, small things Make the small things feel so tall. Will he ever change? Well apparently He reapplied for college and was waiting for his grades It wouldn’t help his case Oh, I couldn’t ever say. Now he don’t talk too much, talk too much He’s probably given up, given up I think he’s had enough, had enough Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck. Now he don’t talk too much, talk too much He’s probably given up, given up I think he’s had enough, had enough Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck. But wait my life’s out, a night out Brothers in town, some doubt A few fights, now kicked out clubs, s**t the suns up One looks all it took for his girl to cuss at another. Dudes being dudes They blow at the chest to impress these breasts That’d just started this mess They must protect the damsel in distress So other girls man decides to clench his fists. And then he threw and missed Brothers hit, as did his Dropped him quick, then one kick to the head Oh s**t other man is dead. Now he don’t talk too much, talk too much He’s probably given up, given up I think he’s had enough, had enough Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck. Now he don’t talk too much, talk too much He’s probably given up, given up I think he’s had enough, had enough Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck. And now he’s locked away 21 years of age How many lives will go to waste? As far as graves Until I see some f*cking change. Oh, and I don’t even know how We can change it too! I want another life. Now he don’t talk too much, talk too much He’s probably given up, given up I think he’s had enough, had enough Cause he ran out of luck, out of luckkk. (x3)(sad story)