Lyrics:
forever and young
21, 21
If I had a time machine I'd point it
To me and you and Matchbox 20
Flyin' out to JVH, behind the seat while I held
You for
we were
Yeah back where we were
Huh, yeah back where we-
I wait for answers
You connect like Bluetooth
I asked for mansions
Got fam and good food
When
near lost it all by twenty-four, 2020 Vision
(Damn near lost it all by twenty-four) 2020 Vision
(Now I'm back for good I want it all) 2020
It's cool
remember gym class mile runnin pourin sweat/ MatchBox 20 yep and Alanis Morissette/ I remember open chest and recordin on cassette/ Free State who?! All day
Trying to figure out my life
Head back home
So I'm not alone
Searching for some free advice
Twenty minutes through the door
And I'm ready to go back
Mom
little
Fuck-ups that crash test your
Matchbox tour bus before they hit
The first truck stop kick back and count the
Casualties then sadden
Motherfucker
better run, run, I lost love you acting up just like you was on one
I pray for love so genuine my heart is safe
Good vibes under moonlight right by
trap
I got twenty for a show, but it's really rap money
twenty for a hoe and that's really trap money
Mook
twenty Benz back, you see a nigga,
Well, I'm feeling so much better
Yes, I'm livin' like a king
I'm on my second bottle of Dr. Good
And by now I don't feel a thing
Well, I hope
over, seat back
Ima pick you up from work, pull over, seat back, b**ch
I ain't tryna be mean
I'm tryin' by any means
I'm tryna be in between, pipe with
waitin' to get to hell and bust down Satan
Styles' on this shit and I got spot vacant
Back to the twenty four I make it out the precinct
Shootin niggas
I’m serving all thru the rain it was cold
I got this shit all by my own
I got to stick to the code
I never had a nine to four
But you know I had
woken
Hey
20 20 I'm focused
They say good is the enemy of the greatness
Passion burning me cultivate like a day shift
Trying to build a legacy by means
up in a pawn shop
The devil sold it back to me for $0.75 a pop!
Never existed on or off the internet
Hope I finally catch your interest
Struggling with
them packs
In a black Toyota, Macs by my scrotum
Now its matchbox hot wheels when I roll up
Always online stay connected like a modem
He tryna' snap
Don't remember me by sharing all my social media posts
Remember me by retelling all my stupid ass jokes
I don't want it
Don't remember me
Jungle cats rise up and assemble.
You dont have to cock you glocks back
To be radical like the spot cats
So stop that, ill turn your matchbox into a box
That by the song's end, I probably start another trend
I know everything you wan' do
I did all that by the age of twenty-one
By twenty-two I had that
That by the song's end, I probably start another trend
I know everything you wan' do
I did all that by the age of twenty-one
By twenty-two I had that
swing by for the stress, she a thot too
Let her roll that up, she can roll that
Twenty on ten, got the gas on me
Stay woke, never catch no Z's
I'm a never
was a runner
Went behind her back gave all her friends my number
She roll another blunt up, blowin' till I pass out
Made it rain twenty racks still
a runner
Went behind her back gave all
Her friends my number
She roll another blunt up
Blowin' till I pass out
Made it rain twenty racks
Still pullin' cash
a pay-by-the-week motel
Columbia Missouri, where his second wife had taken his second son
It was not a good time for anyone
We had peanut butter for dinner
I'm fresh as hell like I'm goin to get married
Designer my frames I can see 20/20
So far ahead; the future behind me
Back on the path; I move in
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