I SPOKE TO XXXTENTACION IN MIAMI, I SAID EVERYTHING WOULD BE FINE

[Verse 1]
IN and out of bars like a prison, i swear alcoholism be a sentence, and
BAR tabs seem to be the bail, fuck up the
NEXT day back in my cell, texts be my

MAIL, "i wish you'd come home soon", send one
BACK like "i really hope, too", no shoes
WALKING to the closest gross food so i soak up all the
BOOZE cuz i gotta go to work soon, full of

BULLIETS and the shots be the rounds
WATCH cuz the cops be around, tryna stay a
WHILE if the posse is down then hit up every
SPOT cheap in town, ming thow

DUDES like, "boozin' be the only thing they do right?"
.shit, it's the only thing they do right
BUD be the only thing we do lite, far as drugs?
BUD be the only thing we do light

.Meth ain't a drug right? neither's
CRACK right? this beer bottle, beer bottle, beer
BOTTLE be my crack pipe,, dad left can't
ACT right, background music bagpipes

BRAIN texture same texture sorbet, get in
TROUBLE cuz i'm poor made,, it's like i'm
CALLING up my spanish friend George they way i tell a fucking
"WHORE hey!", then catch a motherfuckin' court case

[Chorus]
...train last night
I SWEAR I saw my father on the train last night
I SWEAR I saw my father on the train last night
I SWEAR I saw my father on the train last night

[Verse 2]
I SWEAR I saw my father on the train last night
.it was just my reflection, told my
MOM and she told me that I must of been a mess then
.they said mothers know best, no question

."Vinny went over his limit, not that again
.only good he had his pad and pen," promise I'll
STOP rapping sad shit when sad shit stops
HappeNING til then Jameson bottle up in my jacket then

.where's the wine tastings? at my pace it's
FINE straight to Amy Wine face like I'm tryn' race them
.no dad, note pad full of time wasted
.wasted times with my great friends, toe tags be

JEWELRY, then handcuffs be fine bracelets, rope
GAGS 'round our throats be our fashion statements, so
SAD that our generation idolizes passing
AWAY so much that we tryn' take it, tryn'

SPEED up the process, sick and tired of getting
BEAT up and beat up, you smile less, feel like
SCHOOL be a pee-on-ya contest, students and
TEACHERS all be on the nonsense, 'til

ONE day you wonder what's beyond this, shit it's
GOTTA be easier than all this, I'll be
SEVENTEEN thee end of August, no one cares
NO one even wants to be my prom guest, guess I'll just

DIE,,, but back to my
RIDE, man there was something familiar in his
EYES 'cuz they looked like mine, and everytime they
MET we'd just look to the side

[Chorus]
I SWEAR I saw my father on the train last night
I SWEAR I saw my father on the train last night
I SWEAR I saw my father on the train last night
I SWEAR I saw my father on the train last night