Lyrics:
She's got class, got style
She got on me by a city mile
She's way too fine for an empty lie
Gotta let her know, she's my kind
She's young and tough
stressing
Party like there’s no consequences
We gotta live while we can
Before death takes us by the hand
Fuck it we’re young
Fuck it we’re young
Fuck it
(Don't you know that it's worth)
(Every treasure on earth to be young at heart)
(For as rich as you are)
(It's much better by far to be young at heart)
(Don't you know that it's worth)
(Every treasure on earth to be young at heart)
(For as rich as you are)
(It's much better by far to be young at heart)
you I'll do it myself
Just another hopeless nigga that's crying for help
In a system that is rigged to keep the rich in wealth
Young man young man
I see
fritos up in Detroit casinos
Young niggaz stay strapped
'cause ain't nothin' out here but pressure
And niggaz be on the grind like the lookin' for
Promise if I die, I die a motherfucking GOAT
I grab that shit just by the horns and then I slit it by the throat
Need diamonds wet enough for boats and gin
Million Man March
If she ain't got a fat ass, the she can't get up in this car
I can tell if that ass real or fake by how she walk
Get paid, young
Now we decide on which one to drive
I get that bread by the loaf
Play with the bread and get toast
I get them bricks out the boat
Them bitches
the street, they die young
Gun play everyday, they pull the trigger no delay
Two of my young niggas died by the gun
Mother saying prayer for her son, he died
know that it's worth,
Every treasure on earth,
To be young at heart!
(Young at heart!)
For as rich as you are,
It's much better by far,
Don't you know that it's worth every treasure on earth
To be young at heart
For as rich as you are; it's much better by far
To be young at heart
to know this one thing
No man does it all by himself
I said, young man, put your pride on the shelf
And just go there, to the YMCA
I'm sure they can help
of the class
And not fighting for your ideas out
Of fear of being ridiculed
That’s one of my favourite
Ones…to be called crazy
I remember when I was young
noise)
Yeah! (Where you get that thang, man?) (By my side)
When you do somethin' to somebody, um (By my side)
It ain't just you, it's somebody next
ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet
Like I ain't out in the field like that
I might be low for the moment but I will bounce back
Despite
to talk
I'm so sorry for everything I've done
But first off, I wanna start by saying
That I never had a clue about Kyron and your mum (What ever)
I
seen no drought
(Never)
Young supernova yeah he never known no doubt
(Neverrrr)
Young supernova get it all the time
Young supernova with that one two in
on our shoulder
Cause they won't admit that they owe us
They brought us here to Control us
Now they Sick that they mission is over
Rumble young man rumble
indigenous come from side of River, if they're siding with you
Hold it down for them lock it in by submission, for the real ones endow the room full of mirrors
Back when I was young I'd put on shows for to show my message
Back when I was young I wasn't scared to be expressive
Speak my mind and make my points
faking culture all the repercussion
By busting on back stabbing vultures selling my soul for material wishes
Young black male some see me stranded in this
for me
Cuh the throne is my seat
Young fire, old flame, young fire, old flame
Let it burn till we kill the whole game
Young fire, old flame, young
a little old country boy
Just a young'un in my teens
I don't gamble, drink or swear
And she did this to me
Mama said son you're going to fall
For that common
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