Lyrics:
My girl be different and she got Me in my feels, nobody believes Me but I know the love is real, She is so special and now
She go fast now I tell
were young (we were young)
And we were dumb (we were dumb)
And we were oh so full of dreams (dreams)
And we were so fucking stupid
By junior year writing
know
You can't live like this no more, nah baby
Can't you see
Together you and me could be so special, baby
Eh, you know, these little young boys
know
You can't live like this no more, nah baby
Can't you see
Together you and me could be so special, baby
Eh, you know, these little young boys
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin
Havana Syndrome
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy
in some people to ask some questions about how they feel about the young people in this generation coming up for music
So we got Lil Soul Flame on my
Are all inhabited by slowly-aging
'very hip young people',
They appear to be casting
Sinister glances toward him
Through their glinting acid burn-
Out
to be
Little lady can't you see?
You're so young and different than I
I'm ninety three, you're sixteen
Can't you see I'm going blind?
Cause, I think
that make the whole world sing
I write the songs of love and special things
I write the songs that make the young girls cry
I write the songs, I write
of ten, yo, it's kill or be killed
So I sit back and observe what goes on
So when a brother feels an oath to carryin on
I let him know this ain't the time
and see Mase bitch
David Banner on the beat hoe
And I beat the beat up like Dee Bo
I got the game on TiVo
So I guess you can say The Streets Is Watchin'
I
ye
Wrist is Bezzaled
So I'm never gone be late ye
I just put the yeezys on
Niggas know I'm stepping
Dolce gabanna cologne
Bitches call me sexy
Young
the drip
Don't ask me i done got love in the city
So I fuck with the city
And it's up with the city
'cause I'm back in it
Young nigga ran through a check
Driving 2 miles an hour so everybody sees me / the yellow light special A-N0N Carnegeezie / so hide all your daughters havens handcuff your breezy /
we blinded by the lights
And we go dance and we go drink we go party till the night gone
You got a man don't give a fuck
We are young so let's just
up with Guru, of course
[Big Shug]
Young ladies, fly ladies, young ladies in the house
[Patra]
Bad, bad by law, you no say you're da numba one
Steady getting sweated by the opposition
Could you handle
All this scandal
And keep on stepping like boots and sandals
My handle, is young
up with Guru, of course
[Big Shug]
Young ladies, fly ladies, young ladies in the house
[Patra]
Bad, bad by law, you no say you're da numba one
Young and Thuggin
On a mission I ain't
In a Good Position
My pockets in need of
Dead Men No One
Livin'
By any means I'm a
Get it I ain't trippin'
Cause I
Well I'm so tired of cryin' but I'm out on the road again
I ain't got no body just to call my special friend
I ain't got no body just to call my
T-bo was thuggin
Moving so reckless because that lil nigga had came up with nothing
Daddy had died and his mom was a junky
And he was too young to go
So implored you are by me to cease all protest to my cause
And shall I sit idly by whilst my kingdom's crops die?
Sit idly so though not being
tell her treat me special
I be surrounded by all these steppers
The one out the two don’t test me
You know I spit fact no fiction
Tell em don’t add me in
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