Lyrics:
again, add it to wax
[Chorus]
[Young Chris]
It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name, Young Chris, or Young Gunner
Know my partner Young
than were
Available the solution was the create
Extra ones by copying
The first four tracks to a
Second blank tape and
Simultaneously mixing some of them
wanna be tough
She wanna flex all day
Baby cold as ice
Come lay by this flame
Flame
She need to come my way
You should come my way
It's cold outside babe
to do'
Well I'm curious by nature
It's clear that Paul's a stranger to Chris
And that day was the 15th
The PS said to meet at The Pits
A quiet spot
Where
before we go
First two days of surfing is called eating water
You might get past the break but probably not much farther
Sometimes it's so cold your head
off when I'm working
Man, I ain't even have to concentrate to
Get this 8 off like a German
That's light work
I can rap last or rhyme first
Pick ya
gleaming so bright
You can see the first quarter moon in the daylight
Streetlights glowing so warm
It's practically marigold
Perfectly contrasted against
Like its just how I feel you know
Sometimes you wanna sing but
You Know
First
First
First winter i aint warm by you
First winter i been scorn by you
Never had to fit in no lane
Never wore Beats By Dre headphones to get a video made, uh
Bunnyhop validated, pedaling
Hitting wheelies like Chris
Addictions, the addition of habits
Redundant behaviors leave one stagnate
As Phil Connors stuck in time, Groundhog Day
Fear feeds failure, singing "I Got You
You Are Not Alone
Written by Meredith O’Connor and Heather Holley
Inside my mind felt like some cruel experiment
To see how far how dark
Chris the only time I'm doing beef
Bruh don't even hit my phone if you ain't talking bout some wheat
When I'm in my house shoes the only time I see
I am a young fellow who's easy and bold
In Castletown Connors I'm very well known
In Newcastle West I spent many a note
With Kitty and Judy and Mary
when the deck screamin' in the bold face
'Fold, Chris'
Once in my life I won't just half-listen
Piss in the first pit the conversation hits
Tell you how
the speck in my eye
Kindly remove that plank outta ya ass first
In seventh grade, we played medal of honor
Now we fighting off machines like Sarah Connor
Used
She's the first on my mind, on my scale she's tonic
Actin' all shy and elusive like Lochness
Cuts to the punch line, Connor but Scottish
I don't even mind
weeks go by eighth grade second semester
Who am I to lie I felt like I was her protector
One day we were high she asked if I would fuck her
I was her
at soccer
I stays ready so I don't gotta be
Sarah O'Connor to get to the chopper
I wish this ain't have to be this way
Sometimes I think I might see the day
a team, made each other laugh, had everything I could ever need, singing silly little songs along the motorway, those were the days! Couldn't dream
like my kind
'Cause I was a bit too leisurely
Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before
That's when
that I got soaked by
Now you can come closer, you can get warm but you get no pie
But you can sell it for 'em so here's you bow tie
Now get ready
a mack like Goldie
But I never let the strength of this money control money
Niggaz is somethin like pimps, the Rule is an O.G.
I make three G's a day
Ridin Paseo, not in the day though,
Cherish the day, but then roll out when the day go,
Ridin away yo pain and sorrow,
Live for today cause you might
on the back of my bike
And-a we went riding
Down by old man Johnson's farm
I said now, overcast days never turned me on
But something about the clouds and her
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