Proper John - The Story of the Other Side Lyrics

I lost pieces of my soul in the battle of my mind
My twin selves wanted full control to tell the story of the other side
And this is what they told
Yeah
Proper
Yep
I grew up gringo lonely on the fringe
I had a lot of friends who ain't had a lot of friends
Some homies by the bay, and some rats from the ridge
Drinking on canals, flipping off the bridge, we were kids
Stealing bread and buying beer with our braces on
No fake ID, just put our sweet faces on
Used to fill up on the munchies, but my heart was hungry
Knew an angel from Perrine who maybe coulda loved me
She sent me titties on the flip phone
And told me send her pics of my dick when I get home
Never had a chance to hook up, she moved out town
I think she took her life, there ain't no traces of her now
Damm
Rest in peace
And if you up there, there's another angel on a jet ski
Tell him hi and go find my dog
Tell her that she helped me through the fog
When Kharma hit my family like a bomb
Walk
To the CVS it wasn't long
I used to cop Cheetos and some oj for the bong
And we'd smoke and write songs to try to save lives
Thinking back to that I think it saved mine
My friends brother was the oldest like me
And then he died
And I related to that suicide
We had the same name spelled the same way
It coulda been the same day with my namesake

I lost pieces of my soul in the battle of my mind
My twin selves wanted full control to tell the story of the other side
And this is what they told
The same story as I'm getting old
Tryna turn glitter to gold
And telling all our homies don't fold now

We were the kids eating chicken by the tree
Telling cliques that the kegger's weren't free
And charging every car a fee
With a German shepherd chasing out police
While we partied with the daughter of their chief in peace
And as the hearts got scarred
All the drugs got harder
For the kids in the school yard
And we'd stand guard at the gateway
And every time they gave way to higher highs
We saw their eyes and what they'd say

I lost pieces of my soul in the battle of my mind
My twin selves wanted full control to tell the story of the other side
And this is what they told
The same story as I'm getting old
Tryna turn glitter to gold
And telling all our homies don't fold now
Same story as I'm getting old
The story of the other side.