Written By: Billy Crawford, E. Nelson, B.O. Reilly
Tommy`s bustop, Tommy`s bustop, too bad, so sad
Tommy`s bustop, Tommy`s bustop, too bad, so sad
Where I used to wait every day to see his little face, what a face
Where I used to wait every single day to see his face, what a face
You get a funky feeling, while watching me through the fence
You want to have my soul, and steal my confidence
I`m shooting hoops and that`s no good, that`s your worst enemy
You want to dim my dreams and capture me
I can shoot you, you won`t die
I can drop you, you won`t fall
I can smoke you, you won`t crack
It`s a tragedy, tragedy, yeah
As you turn away, we hear you cryin
As you start to pray, we hear you call
I hear you call, yeah
And when you come into my room, you`ll play my favorite beat
You`ll make it so so cool, I won`t feel the heat
And when I`m higher than the sky, you`ll watch me crash and burn
Another victory, my tragedy
We can shoot you, you won`t die
We can drop you, you won`t fall
We can smoke you, you won`t crack
We can quit you, you come back
We can hate you, you just laugh
Turn away but you still try
To destroy our precious life
It`s a tragedy, tragedy, yeah
As you turn away, we hear you cryin
As you start to pray, we hear you call
As you walk away, we hear you cryin
Don`t make our mistake, `cause now we`re gone
You`re getting education you know that`s killing me
You`re reading books and shooting hoops, my two worst enemy`s
If you ignore me I will dry up and I`ll blow away
But I`ll be back for you some other way
I see your little brother I`m gonna make him Send " Tragedy Tommy S Bustop" Ringtone to your Cell