Lyrics:
could have sworn we were kids just yesterday
The moneys never enough
Even steel beams prone to rust
Can’t judge a book by its front
But always follow your
I keep coming like 300, led by Leonidas
Old Testament violence, vengeance
Thunder and
Lightening Hell-fire and brimstone
Clash of the Titans
Hold
store rose buds
Hit em' in the eyeball, I kill my rivals
I blaze the testament I'm burning Bibles
You do pilates, I know karate
You don't wanna fight
but no sacrament
No wicker bowl for cash no Old Testament readings
Empty church on Sunday
But it kind of was before
Maybe I think nature is fucking with
yeah
Check a box then I'll burn a bridge, yeah
Help the ones that don't want to live, yeah
I'm twenty five years old I'm still a kid, yeah
I will save
language, you don't need to talk
For me to know the vibe
These the golden times
9 years old when I would keep the rawest rhymes in my walkman
Bad ass kids
eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart
Probably still be speaking in rhymes
As an old fart
Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy
No he's not too fly
art
You never took the L's we took
Never tried to do it by the book
When that failed homies turned to crooks
Now that we up everybody shook
Shoulda
to the next,
Clocks switch when you least expect it and make the simplest shit complex,
The baby face got the planet fooled,
Books get judged by the covers
in an old World War 2 movie
There’s kids hanging everywhere
There’s kids on my back
It’s all knees and elbows
As we are running up the hill, yelling
above old peeling houses surrounded by ancient maple trees, day after day, week after week, until now years have passed and still I stand looking out
twenty-three years old, a fourth of my life is done
By twenty-nine years old I'm trying to have a wife and son
Half of the time, I trust in the Lord and I let
look alike, right?
Who am I to spook that and sit by your door and let this uzi fly?
Freedom of death, you need to respect
The souls of all
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
We got a old blanket and a
Torn up copy of a Harry Potter book
We ain't read yet
Gotta broken ashtray with some
Half smoked roaches
We can smell
on the map
Yo check one two, this is the voice of yours truly the Flava Flav
And I just want y'all to know, we ain't goin' nowhere
Old school is here to stay
The old man turned off the radio
Said, "Where did all of the old songs go
Kids sure play funny music these days
They play it in the strangest ways"
to the bottom but we don't want that
Bad books in a battle to control, and they've got the whole world in a chokehold
Old rules, now it's time for a new act
As we
with the Stones
Once He even opened up a three-way package
In Southern California for old George Jones
[Chorus]
The years went by like sweet
sentence
This kid's venting, I'll reveal more than ripped denim
I don't abide by time 'cause time is manmade
I don't intend to fail, so I'm sticking with
the feds take pictures
Birdman, rub my hands together
Laughing 'cause they never get us, and they never did
Like skimmin' through a book, I'm dodging
With your screwed up twisted view
I forgot to grow up
You grew old and I stayed young
I am the kid
You prayed I would not become
We're here
We don't care
where I got my traits from my devilish looks
And do you struggle like I did trying to read all these books
Will I look good when I'm 80 old and cranky
on the news
Get stabbed by the cuts on the Kwest beat
Respect beef
Marty McFly shit, get knocked into next week
What does the future hold? Bullets
Going
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