Apex Tyler - History Lyrics

Good grades, but he started skipping class
Slipping fast, smoking grass
Sipping casks, chasing ass
Irrational decisions stacked
Abrasive acts, they could never last
But he didn't seem to grasp
He would hide from that
Blind to the fact like cataracts
Taking drugs to take him back
Find it hard to laugh in waking life
No sober night, too bright for that, but too numb to fight
Act, react right, this ain't right
No grasp, but a tight grip
Chasing something nostalgic
To feel free the way he did
When he was but a wild kid
Chasing good shit with a hood bitch
Been this way a while, it's inflicting a mood switch
Defective, in need of correction, oh shit
Good intentions soon slip
When mentioned, they're bending under tension too quick
But if he takes a few hits, he'll soon forget this
It's not a phase, he won't face this
Escaping, no embracing, he'd rather erase it
The trouble is, the troubled kid's got issues, he won't face it
Now he's broke with no cash, but the taste is rich
Splash on a coke stash, oh how that shit goes quick
Taking course on a Charlie horse, no Porsche, no whip
No ride, but a few keys on the side, itching like a rash
He takes 6 in his stride, white trash with the white tash
Off the sniff drip, a disguise
You wouldn't even recognise this whiz kid with your eyes
Now the kid's whizzed out his mind with his wisdom demised
Most of his time, it was spent getting baked
Praying this boredom would soon dissipate
Thought it more fun to break into that place for the sake
But saw bottles, he intended to take
Premium scotch, another mistake
Much too young to fully appreciate
The full weight, great
Such delirium, lost in these altered states
Now picture this, while other kids were dipping liquorice
He was skipping school and sipping on this liquor, shit
Delirious, living a life of bitterness
Now tell me that ain't some sick and twisted wickedness for his family to witness
Hypocrite decisions, definitely the definition
Oxymoron, toxic, moronic, genius but he quit
Delicate intentions slip away, a deficit of better days
Mechanisms to cope, but they won't carry all that weight
Poor life but a rich heart that drives
Crushed between biding and striving to survive
Heading for the finish line, unaware
Oh so unaware of time gone by
Hiding behind these lines, living life inside his mind
He sits and bides his time, patiently to never find
That this could all arise, so would he throw it all aside
Unaware he should survive, or will he strive and stay alive
Well If this was any other day, he'd be flying high
Getting by with shades on, to disguise red eyes
Devise a lie, like everything inside was fine
Smoking on another jay, toking makes it all okay
But I'm afraid, this time we find, it's not another day
Not a dry eye, couldn't hold it back if they tried
Voice choking up at the loss of this life
Suh-suh- Suh- suh- Stuttering over each line
This-this isn't right, oh no this wasn't his time
This is so unfortunate, he was made for more than this
Living like an orphan kid, torn abandoned hope, it slipped
He quit, he couldn't grip a hold of it
Now the parents won't come to grips with this
Saying, we will never hold our kid
This is so unfortunate
He was made for more than this