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End of an Era
Clinton Moore
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This track blends aggressive trap production with a poignant, reflective narrative about the transition from reckless youth to the sobering realities of adulthood. It captures the bittersweet moment when the party ends and the neighborhood legends realize they are the last ones left standing in a changing world.
[Chorus] Check the clock, yeah, the minute hand is heavy now We was kings of the block, we was ready now But the gold in the teeth start to feel like lead And the ghosts of the past live inside my head It’s the end of an era, watch the smoke clear Everything we loved, it don’t live here Yeah, it’s the end of an era, feel the cold snap Can’t go back, no, we can’t go back [Verse 1] Four deep in the rental, windows down, no plan Just a pocket full of dreams and some contraband We thought the summer lasted twenty years, maybe more Now I’m staring at the locks on the liquor store Old heads used to tell us, "Boy, you better slow it down" Now I’m the one looking at the kids in the town With the same hungry eyes, same desperate pace Running laps in a circle, just a different face The graffiti on the wall getting painted over grey And the homies that I loved either moved or passed away Used to be a riot, now it’s quiet on the street Just the echo of the bass and a dying heartbeat [Chorus] Check the clock, yeah, the minute hand is heavy now We was kings of the block, we was ready now But the gold in the teeth start to feel like lead And the ghosts of the past live inside my head It’s the end of an era, watch the smoke clear Everything we loved, it don’t live here Yeah, it’s the end of an era, feel the cold snap Can’t go back, no, we can’t go back [Verse 2] I remember 2 A.M. at the corner light Trading stories ‘bout the future in the middle of the night We was gonna be the ones, we was gonna beat the odds Now we just a memory, playing games with the gods My phone is a graveyard, scrolling through the texts Wondering who’s gone and who’s coming up next The trap house is a condo, the park is a mall I can feel the winter coming, I can feel the fall Put the crown in a box, let the velvet get dusty The engine in the vintage looking tired and it’s rusty We traded in our spirit for a paycheck and a lease But I’d give it all back just to have a piece of that peace [Bridge] (Don't look back) (Don't look back) The lights are dimming on the stage we built Buried in the glory and the sudden guilt The clock is ticking and it won't restart Just a hollow rhythm in a heavy heart [Chorus] Check the clock, yeah, the minute hand is heavy now We was kings of the block, we was ready now But the gold in the teeth start to feel like lead And the ghosts of the past live inside my head It’s the end of an era, watch the smoke clear Everything we loved, it don’t live here Yeah, it’s the end of an era, feel the cold snap Can’t go back, no, we can’t go back
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