[Intro] Yeah Torres Uh Ballad of [Verse 1] Lil town, big talk, red dust on his Js Courthouse square, cold eyes, everybody knew his face Mama praying in the kitchen, ramen boiling in the pot He was posted by the Circle K, pockets full of small rock Desert wind on his hoodie, sand baked in his lungs Judge knew his government, still called him by what he done Homies disappear to the system, some fade to the sun On Gurley with a warrant and a wish to just run [Chorus] This that story of a kid with pain (yeah) From the trailer parks to the backroad lanes (uh) He was broke, still screaming he gon’ change But the block still held him by the chain, that’s that Ballad sung, can’t shake this place (nah) Every scar on his name, every case he faced From the hilltop nights to the drunk tank days Josh Torres on the town like a tattooed stain [Verse 2] Bar fights on a Tuesday, blood on his white tee Cowboy hats, gang hats, all in the same street Sheriff rode slow, knew the plate, knew the crew He was tagging up the alley while his ex packed and flew Rust on the trucks, pills in the cup One hand on the wheel, other hand outta luck Homie crashed out on Iron Springs, cross by the turn Now the candle wax dry, but the flowers still burn [Chorus] This that story of a kid with pain (ayy) From the trailer parks to the backroad lanes He was broke, still screaming he gon’ change (he gon’ change) But the block still held him by the chain, that’s that Ballad sung, can’t shake this place Every scar on his name, every case he faced From the hilltop nights to the drunk tank days Josh Torres on the town like a tattooed stain [Bridge] He could leave, he could bounce, get ghost, start clean (start clean) But these red rock dreams still stalk his sleep From the thrift store fits to the pawn shop schemes Torres in the cracks of everything he be (yeah) [Chorus] This that story of a kid with pain From the trailer parks to the backroad lanes He was broke, still screaming he gon’ change But the block still held him by the chain, that’s that Ballad sung, can’t shake this place Every scar on his name, every case he faced From the hilltop nights to the drunk tank days Josh Torres on the town like a tattooed stain (Torres)
