Once friends
are all criminals
Who would've ever guessed?
I would still love them to no extent.
This is what I get for living on the west end.
Swimming in drugs, alcohol, and gangs.
Hangin out back where the good kush is
Whoever would've guessed?
That I've been hangin' with them.
This is what I get for living on the west end.
She's in a jail cell, a million miles away
He's kinda half dead from his overdosing ways
And I'm kinda hangin' here, like what'd I miss
Because the party's been crashed, but I was saved.
This is what I get for living on the west end.
They've all drifted off, but I'm still here
Not exactly one of them because I have my fears
They've all gone crooked, but I'm half straight
I guess this is what I get for living on the west end.
Maybe it was me who drifted off, I went away
I wasn't in the west end forever, but one day
I realized I haven't lived to pass that time
I passed the rest on the East end line
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