Lyrics:
15 years old with the
Hammer under the mailbox
Niggas talking crazy like we ain't been
To war they shell shocked
You ain't never looked down
happy by myself
Whether you like it or not
And that's the reality of it
I'm doing me right now
I'm in my own f***ing world
negative thoughts always
chased Svetlana cuz I figured
The fact that she was three years older would keep me out the picture
But the truth is we bonded
And by the time we finally
Mona Lisa
Somewhere outside Africa
We throwing peace signs
As we lead son
We elite son OG'd in
Is just me and my clique
Coming through like mob deep
We
and drive for miles
We'd come home late at night
Where I'd spin you around on the kitchen tile
They say love is wasted on the youth
cnd I don't know if
wings
I'm not a new thing
Consimated out of hate
I've been assembled and created by all them things you hate
I'm un-controllable but still I get the last
pictures
Why shed tears? Save your sympathy
My childhood years were spent buryin' my peers in the cemetery
Here's a message to the newborns waitin'
get so wasted sometimes
But it feels like wasting my time
Is this the end of the line?
Cause I can't help thinking
Life has passed me by
Lookin back
to
If we can't live by its guidelines, then what's the point of the rules
You need to know that the time you got's not long
You just wasted your time—it's
Turns into drool, verbal abuse, and heavy breathing
Not a single second wasted
I'm a clockmaker in a DeLorean in the wrong time zone
Damnit!
Thought I had
no ceilings I stay dedicated
I cannot be broken I'm sorry for waitin'
My life won't be wasted
I'm really dreamchasin'
A real inspiration this real
don't care how long it is
Cus step by step I'll walk it out to see the promises
(With the baby steps, with the baby steps)
I never knew it'd be as good
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
another wasted wish
Ending, bending, blending, spending
This cold is never ending
I haven't seen your face in years
But a single song can bring this here
I
Ten thousand hours and I wasted them in classes Ten thousand hours and I wasted them by trying
Ten thousand hours wasted waiting for a sign Ten thousand
little respect earnt
When I'd get burnt by the olders
They'd be hoping I would get tripping
Now they're bed ridden and I bed women
Have sex with
They say for a party, I say it's dogma to America's artful lie
Sniffin' the party line, intoxicated from white
That fake superiority created by
Standing here by the highway side
Watching these trucks blow by
Inches from my face
Yeah, thinking 'bout the time I've wasted
And the pleasure we once
Standing here by the highway side
Watching these trucks blow by
Inches from my face
Yeah, thinking 'bout the time I've wasted
And the pleasure we once
grown up beyond this town
If we grow up to forget our early days early days
You'd try to remember but I'd turn back to say
How have all of these years
and there's few things more loved in
Alabama than football and the men who know how to
Win at it So when the Bear would come to town,
There'd be a parade.
lately I've been thinking with you I wasted
What should have been my best years.
What should have been my best years.
They should have been my best
Amidst the glazed sweat of a rural summer
I'm asked to describe an acceptable year
'Unknown by default and choice' I reply
Well what is your plan,
(Nowhere) anywhere they can go.
And trouble may come in sometime you get pulled
Over by one time and when its 1999 the one didn't even make any stride.
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