Lyrics:
Cause if a dream we've dreamt should pass us by
It's to late to simply dry away the tears
Think of all the wasted years
If we never talk anymore
We never
a spokesperson for a generation
Within the same old fear of a Black planet
Twenty years of blood, sweat
No tears for fanatics
So damn it, if times is hard, time is
sleeping at night
Look in the mirror
Wonder where did my anxiety go
I kind of miss it
I guess this is like the highest of lows
But I ain't worried years ago,
I wrote my first song in like year 5 (yeah)
And I thought to myself man this feels right (feels right)
Fast forward 9 years and I still write
'Bout
slowing down until
My GPA has been deflated
Or until my folks tell me my
Best damn years have all been wasted
Freshman girls that don't know better
Hungover
A couple of years back I come across a great and wasted friend of mine in the hallway of a recording studio. And while he was reciting some poetry
if you can
You don't care much for a stranger's touch
But you can't hold your man
You never thought you'd be alone
This far down the line
And I
if you can
You don't care much for a stranger's touch
But you can't hold your man
You never thought you'd be alone
This far down the line
And I
I've wasted years
Not being forthright
I've wasted years
Not speaking my mind
I've wasted years
A life on the line
I've wasted years
I'm barely
The wasted years are packing in
The moment came and ran again
Oh one more December
Then I'll be gone, baby don't cry
Oh by next September they'll be singing
See I was 6 years old with a dream
When my Moms told me I can do anything
Said she'd be there forever
No matter what's the weather
She'd always have
3am haunted by the pain again
Hating, waiting, body aching
A life of wasted years
Now I know, staring up at the night sky
Desperation in this
if you can
You don't care much for a stranger's touch
But you can't hold your man
You never thought you'd be alone
This far down the line
And I
ticking over
Wasted but I'm sober
Keep tryna make things right, again
Somebody told me
Years don't go by slowly
Am I running out of time?
Am I
daughter was his jewel
His son was just his boy
For thirty years he worked the mills
And stoked the coke-fed fires
And looked toward the day
When he'd
years
Spending time
Watching days go by
And thinkin
How your gonna do me wrong
And how your gonna play me
And oh
Things Things
I'd do
To you
All these years and all your lies
You would say that you would compromise
But now you're gone without saying goodbye
I thought you'd be by my side
for the next two years
Please let me die anywhere but here
They say it's a wasted youth (I'm not listening, I'm not listening)
So let me waste it all
Yeah, this is a story
About my four years in high school
An important chapter of my life
Let's take it back
It all started in the year of 2014
When
another statistic
My nigga, this courtesy of Compton (courtesy of Compton)
Brooklyn go hard, motherfucker
Love me on the East like I'm Chuck D
to products their souls stay playing
In meadows with their separated generations
No cages
And outrage is outplayed by outdated outlines
Of plate guidance pushed
Know’ and ‘Pop The Trunk’
And I was gone, no turning back, Shady Records for life
By that time I’d picked up the pen and began to write
‘Kings Never Die’
dreams
And don't let another year go by
Where everything you do gets wasted all the time
Well these days are packed
Let's go and waste away
To the middle
to be music that did it
But then again times have changed man, who are we kiddin'?
I'm managed by my friends that I grew up with
I'd rather give that
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