The End Of The World
Travis Thompson Lyrics


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Its been a short ride, but man... its been a crazy one
The shit we've seen and overcame, and all of it has made us some-
Helluva bunch of kids with stories for the ages
of how the hell we got here you can read it in the pages-
of receipts and tweets and poems that we left along the way
and every day its something new, i see the look on mommas face
i know this world - is sick and its twisted, the kids never listen
my prints in the system, and vince own a pistol
i never seen em use it- but he pulled it out a couple times.
we talked em down from hitting licks with it- like dawg you trippin
and he used to be my hero, always owed us money
i remember tryna light your tree - the power cut and you was sitting on the ground
crying for some normalcy, angry at me standing there
you don't deserve this more than me, but thats just how it is
wtarer shut off at your crib, and them kid in class had the nerve to say that you
smelled like shit
i swear to god i almost hit em, i swear to god we never listened- swear to god
if i could go back- i would do everything different
but we can't- i know- so i stand alone
at the spot that you told me that we would meet- go home to
quesadillas on my front porch
growing up's a blood sport
and if it came to conversations
only ask for one more
summer of 2010 shit was so simple then
them pills done took contron and then we never saw vince again
my momma say
that he's in a better place
that kids who come up outta here they grow up with no shame
I'm at the vigil holding a candle thinking its funny cuz no one could hold a candle
to us
but hey thats just growing up
My momma say the world's gonna end soon
I tell her not yet
I got a lot left

But it'll happen when it's meant too
And I'ma feel fine
if it all ended right now
i'd feel fine
i'd prolly sit up on my roof
and reminisce all the times
we spent trippin bout some shit
that only mattered in the moment
like a fight thats up the hill
motorola side kick - record it
metaphors and metamorphosis
apartment buildings poorly lit
I'm more or less a product of fugitives-
fugee es
i know i talk a lot
and say nothin in the process
buit I'm learning every day
and my pastor call me profit
the past is full of losses
but
thats the shit that made me
the high pitch loser who way too faded
I'm pacing
in a bathroom at some girls house
throwing up a lung
my uncle finish drinks
look down the bottle when he's done
so we went looking -
but couldn't find nothing
that could phase me
looking at myself
in the mirror I'm like okay breathe
you're fine
you're good
when they ask you say stupendous
cuz you know if it all stopped and the world ended
they'd flee the city without you
take a private flight
leave you there to rot
with vince and chris and tre and mike and lisa, darren, lindsey
shit the list could gon fuck my day up
thinking why its not goodbye no more
its only stay up and so i
stop
soak it all in fuck the outcome
get on top the car in stand still traffic
do ya album
get a grammy
get on fallon
they sleeping they in a slumber
everybody's little homie
yet I'm doin bigger numbers? so
i can't stand still
no i can't sit
i'll be at the forefront when that wave hit
and when it knock down the needle
the ground split
im chillin




these apocalyptic writtens
got a gang of youngins singing like

Overall Meaning

Travis Thompson's song The End of the World is a deeply introspective song, with lyrics that explore the theme of growing up, the passage of time, and the inevitable end of everything. Travis starts off by acknowledging the short, but crazy journey he has had so far. He reminisces about all the things he has seen, overcome, and how these experiences have made him and his friends a unique bunch of people, with stories to tell for generations to come. As he looks back, he realizes that they have left behind traces of their lives in the receipts, tweets, and poems.


The dark and bleak image of the world dominates the song. Travis talks about how sick and twisted the world is and how the kids are never able to listen. Amidst all the chaos, Travis' voice resonates with genuine concern for his friends who have been sucked in by the system. He remembers Vince, who used to be his hero, always owing them money, and who had a pistol he never used. He talks about how they talked him out of hitting licks, but he still fell into the system. Travis is haunted by the guilt of not being able to do something about it. He wishes he could go back and do things differently, but he knows he can't.


The song is a commentary on life, the joys, sorrows, and regrets that come with it. Travis reminds us that growing up is a blood sport, and everyone grows up with no shame. The powerful lyrics of The End of the World leave us with a feeling of introspection, of pondering over the course of our lives, and how we would want it to end. The song talks about how the end of the world might be near, but Travis is not afraid because he has lived life to the fullest, and he is at peace with whatever is in store for him.


Line by Line Meaning

Its been a short ride, but man... its been a crazy one
We didn't have much time, but it was full of wild experiences.


The shit we've seen and overcame, and all of it has made us some-
We faced and conquered many obstacles, which helped shape us into who we are.


Helluva bunch of kids with stories for the ages
We're a unique group of individuals with tales worth telling for generations to come.


of how the hell we got here you can read it in the pages-
You can read about our journey and how we arrived at this point.


of receipts and tweets and poems that we left along the way
We left a trail of evidence documenting our experiences, thoughts, and emotions.


and every day its something new, i see the look on mommas face
Every day brings something different, and I can see the concern in my mother's face.


i know this world - is sick and its twisted, the kids never listen
The world is messed up and the youth don't seem to learn from history.


my prints in the system, and vince own a pistol
My information is on record and Vince owns a firearm.


i never seen em use it- but he pulled it out a couple times.
I've never witnessed him use it, but he's shown it on a few occasions.


we talked em down from hitting licks with it- like dawg you trippin
We convinced him not to use it during a robbery, reminding him of the consequences.


and he used to be my hero, always owed us money
He was once someone I looked up to, but he owes us money.


i remember tryna light your tree - the power cut and you was sitting on the ground
I recall attempting to fix your Christmas lights, but the power went out and you were left sitting on the floor.


crying for some normalcy, angry at me standing there
You were upset and crying because you just wanted things to go back to normal, and you were mad at me for being a witness to it.


you don't deserve this more than me, but thats just how it is
We both don't deserve to go through this, but it's just the way life is sometimes.


wtarer shut off at your crib, and them kid in class had the nerve to say that you smelled like shit
The water was shut off at your house, and a classmate insulted you about your body odor.


i swear to god i almost hit em, i swear to god we never listened- swear to god
I almost hit that kid out of anger, but we never fully learned from our mistakes.


if i could go back- i would do everything different
If only we could go back in time, we would change all our actions.


but we can't- i know- so i stand alone
Unfortunately, we can't go back, so now I must face the consequences by myself.


at the spot that you told me that we would meet- go home to quesadillas on my front porch
I visit the spot where you said we'd meet, then go home to relax and eat quesadillas.


growing up's a blood sport
Growing up is a rough and competitive experience.


and if it came to conversations only ask for one more
If I could have one more conversation with someone, that would mean everything to me.


summer of 2010 shit was so simple then
In 2010, things were much simpler and easier to manage.


them pills done took contron and then we never saw vince again
Vince disappeared after taking some pills that had dangerous effects on him.


that he's in a better place
My mother believes Vince is in a peaceful place now.


that kids who come up outta here they grow up with no shame
The kids who grow up in our area have tough lives, but they develop strong character as a result.


I'm at the vigil holding a candle thinking its funny cuz no one could hold a candle to us
At the vigil, I hold a candle and reflect on how unique and special our group was.


but hey thats just growing up
This is just part of growing up and experiencing life's challenges.


My momma say the world's gonna end soon
My mother thinks the world is going to end soon.


I tell her not yet
I don't think the end of the world is coming just yet.


I got a lot left
There's still so much left for me to accomplish and experience.


But it'll happen when it's meant too
The end of the world will happen when the universe intends for it to happen.


And I'ma feel fine
I'll be at peace with it, knowing I did my best and lived my life to the fullest.


if it all ended right now
If the world ended at this very moment.


i'd feel fine
I wouldn't have any regrets or unfinished business.


i'd prolly sit up on my roof
I would likely just sit on my roof and reflect.


and reminisce all the times we spent trippin bout some shit that only mattered in the moment
I would remember all the times we were caught up in things that we thought were important at the time.


like a fight thats up the hill motorola side kick - record it
I would reflect on that one fight that was captured using a Motorola Sidekick.


metaphors and metamorphosis apartment buildings poorly lit
I think about the use of metaphors and the physical changes our environment undergoes.


I'm more or less a product of fugitives- fugee es
I am a product of people who have had to constantly run and evade the law.


i know i talk a lot and say nothin in the process
I tend to talk without saying anything substantial in the process.


but I'm learning every day and my pastor call me profit
Although I may not be wise, I am constantly learning and my pastor sees potential for me.


the past is full of losses but thats the shit that made me
My past is filled with setbacks and failures, but those experiences made me who I am today.


the high pitch loser who way too faded
I used to be the obnoxiously loud kid who always got too drunk.


I'm pacing in a bathroom at some girls house throwing up a lung
I'm anxiously walking back and forth in a stranger's bathroom, throwing up violently.


my uncle finish drinks look down the bottle when he's done so we went looking - but couldn't find nothing that could phase me
My uncle finishes drinks and throws the bottle down, which prompts us to go look for more, but nothing fazes me anymore.


looking at myself in the mirror I'm like okay breathe you're fine you're good
I try to calm down and reassure myself that everything is going to be okay.


when they ask you say stupendous cuz you know if it all stopped and the world ended they'd flee the city without you
Whenever someone asks how you're doing, say that you're doing great, because you know if the world ended, you'd be alone.


take a private flight leave you there to rot with vince and chris and tre and mike and lisa, darren, lindsey shit the list could gon fuck my day up
People would leave without you, leaving you behind to die with all your deceased loved ones, and the thought of that is upsetting.


thinking why its not goodbye no more its only stay up
Instead of saying goodbye, we say 'stay up' to remind each other to stay strong and persevere.


and so i stop soak it all in fuck the outcome
I pause and absorb my surroundings, not worrying about the eventual outcome of things.


get on top the car in stand still traffic do ya album get a grammy get on fallon they sleeping they in a slumber everybody's little homie yet I'm doin bigger numbers? so
I feel like nobody's paying attention to me, so I decide to get on top of my car in the middle of traffic to get some recognition. I also want to make an award-winning album and get invited to be a guest on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon. Despite being seen as the little homie, I know I'm doing bigger things and making a bigger impact.


i can't stand still no i can't sit
I can't stay idle and need to keep moving forward.


i'll be at the forefront when that wave hit and when it knock down the needle the ground split im chillin
I'll be leading the charge when the next big thing happens, and when it does, I'll take it in stride.


these apocalyptic writtens got a gang of youngins singing like
My songs about apocalyptic themes and struggles are resonating with young people who relate to them.




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I'm Not Punk

Its been a short ride
But man its been a crazy one
The shit we've seen and overcame, and all of it has made us some
Helluva bunch of kids with stories for the ages
Of how the hell we got here you can read it in the pages
Of receipts and tweets and poems that we left along the way
And every day its something new
I see the look on mommas face
I know this world
Is sick and its twisted, the kids never listen
My prints in the system, and Vince own a pistol
I never seen em use it
But he pulled it out a couple times
We talked him down from hitting licks with it
Like "bro you trippin'"
And he used to be my hero, always owed us money
I remember tryna light your tree, the power cut and you was sitting on the ground
Crying for some normalcy, angry at me standing there
You don't deserve this more than me, but thats just how it is
Water shut off at your crib
And them kid in class had the nerve to say that you smelled like shit
I swear to god I almost hit em
I swear to god we never listened
Swear to god
If i could go back I would do everything different
But we can't, I know
So I stand alone
At the spot that we would meet, and we would chill
Go home
To Quesadillas on my front porch
Growing up's a blood sport
If it came to conversations
Only ask for one more
The summer of 2010, shit was so simple then
Them pills done took control and then we never saw Vince again
My momma say
That he's in a better place
That kids who come up outta here they grow up with no shame
I'm at the vigil
Holding a candle, thinking its funny
Cause no one could hold a candle to us
But hey, thats just growing up
My momma say the world's gonna end soon
I tell her not yet, I got a lot left
But, it'll happen when it's meant too
And I'ma feel fine
My momma say the world's gonna end soon
I tell her not yet, I got a lot left
But, it'll happen when it's meant too
And I'ma feel fine

[Verse 2]
If it all ended right now
I'd feel fine
I'd prolly sit up on my roof
And reminisce all them times
We spent trippin bout some shit
That only mattered in the moment
Like a fight thats up the hill
Motorola side kicks, record it
Metaphors and metamorphosis
Apartment buildings poorly lit
I'm more or less a product of fugitives
Fugee choruses
I know I talk a lot
And say nothing in the process
But I'm learning every day
And my pastor call me profit
And my past is full of losses
But
Thats the shit that made me
The high pitch loser
Way too faded I'm pacing
In a bathroom at some girls house
Throwing up a lung
My uncle finish drinks, look down the bottle when he's done
So we went looking
But couldn't find nothing
That could phase me
Looking at myself
In the mirror I'm like okay breathe
You're fine, you're good
When they ask you say stupendous
Cause you know if it all stopped and the world ended
They'd flee the city without you
Take a private flight
Leave you there to rot
With vince and chris and tre and mike and lisa, darren, lindsey
Shit the list could gon fuck my day up
Thinking why its not goodbye no more
Its only stay up and so i
Stop
Soak it all in fuck the outcome
Get on top the car in stand still traffic
Do ya album
Get a grammy
Get on fallon
They sleeping they in a slumber
Everybody's little homie
Yet I'm doin bigger numbers? so
I can't stand still
No i can't sit
I'll be at the forefront when that wave hit
And when it knock down the needle
The ground split
Im chillin
These apocalyptic writtens
Got a gang of youngins singing like



All comments from YouTube:

Champion Delta

loved this song when i was 15 and it first dropped. still here

WEEDSAUCE

dude seriously kills it in this song and the beat👌

Kala Combs

travis you have true heart your songs have so much meanings in your song keep it up don't loose your self when your get all greater and even more famous keep your songs real rappers these day all talk about sex drugs and sex you talk about trueness keep it up travis tompson thank you

TomCruiseMomsShoes

Dope ass track, reminds of good times

Muhammed Abdul-Ghaffar

Now this is rap (Besides Nujabes collabs) that I can listen to all day every day. Growing up I never liked listening to mainstream rap, as a result I attributed it as being absolute to black culture. But now that I'm older, rap is more than just what most of us hear on the radio but its a very diverse and wide genre. I'm not implying that the ideas that are rapped in mainstream rap are worthless, just that they didn't appeal to me, not the type of music that I wanted to listen to.

Brett

mainstream rap is great when you wanna feel like the man

Arm Leg

I mean, it depends. Music in itself is diverse. Also black culture is very diverse too. Black culture isn't always just rap. The top example i give is rock/punk. I'd recommend checking out Bartees Strange and Yves Tumor: two good examples of black people killing it on a guitar and vocals

WaiSide MauiBoy

Been waiting for something like this, amazing song!

I'm Not Punk

Its been a short ride
But man its been a crazy one
The shit we've seen and overcame, and all of it has made us some
Helluva bunch of kids with stories for the ages
Of how the hell we got here you can read it in the pages
Of receipts and tweets and poems that we left along the way
And every day its something new
I see the look on mommas face
I know this world
Is sick and its twisted, the kids never listen
My prints in the system, and Vince own a pistol
I never seen em use it
But he pulled it out a couple times
We talked him down from hitting licks with it
Like "bro you trippin'"
And he used to be my hero, always owed us money
I remember tryna light your tree, the power cut and you was sitting on the ground
Crying for some normalcy, angry at me standing there
You don't deserve this more than me, but thats just how it is
Water shut off at your crib
And them kid in class had the nerve to say that you smelled like shit
I swear to god I almost hit em
I swear to god we never listened
Swear to god
If i could go back I would do everything different
But we can't, I know
So I stand alone
At the spot that we would meet, and we would chill
Go home
To Quesadillas on my front porch
Growing up's a blood sport
If it came to conversations
Only ask for one more
The summer of 2010, shit was so simple then
Them pills done took control and then we never saw Vince again
My momma say
That he's in a better place
That kids who come up outta here they grow up with no shame
I'm at the vigil
Holding a candle, thinking its funny
Cause no one could hold a candle to us
But hey, thats just growing up
My momma say the world's gonna end soon
I tell her not yet, I got a lot left
But, it'll happen when it's meant too
And I'ma feel fine
My momma say the world's gonna end soon
I tell her not yet, I got a lot left
But, it'll happen when it's meant too
And I'ma feel fine

[Verse 2]
If it all ended right now
I'd feel fine
I'd prolly sit up on my roof
And reminisce all them times
We spent trippin bout some shit
That only mattered in the moment
Like a fight thats up the hill
Motorola side kicks, record it
Metaphors and metamorphosis
Apartment buildings poorly lit
I'm more or less a product of fugitives
Fugee choruses
I know I talk a lot
And say nothing in the process
But I'm learning every day
And my pastor call me profit
And my past is full of losses
But
Thats the shit that made me
The high pitch loser
Way too faded I'm pacing
In a bathroom at some girls house
Throwing up a lung
My uncle finish drinks, look down the bottle when he's done
So we went looking
But couldn't find nothing
That could phase me
Looking at myself
In the mirror I'm like okay breathe
You're fine, you're good
When they ask you say stupendous
Cause you know if it all stopped and the world ended
They'd flee the city without you
Take a private flight
Leave you there to rot
With vince and chris and tre and mike and lisa, darren, lindsey
Shit the list could gon fuck my day up
Thinking why its not goodbye no more
Its only stay up and so i
Stop
Soak it all in fuck the outcome
Get on top the car in stand still traffic
Do ya album
Get a grammy
Get on fallon
They sleeping they in a slumber
Everybody's little homie
Yet I'm doin bigger numbers? so
I can't stand still
No i can't sit
I'll be at the forefront when that wave hit
And when it knock down the needle
The ground split
Im chillin
These apocalyptic writtens
Got a gang of youngins singing like

Antonio Nambo

this will be in my head all day😏

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