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Last Call

Logic

YSIV

2018

for y'all
And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra

Yeah, yeah
Back in the day I wasn't shit, homie
Penny pinching I

characters die
Soon she’ll learn how to drive
Too young to know much
Too old to never wanna know
Nothing’s ever fair even when you’re right
So, hold onto that

It's my face your girlfriend sitting on

My plug gon front me more
He said I'm selling too fast

My baby girl keep getting sore
She said I'm fuckin too

Need some help cause
I'm in hell
I do too much
And they can tell
Rehab no
But it could help
'Cause I'm too young
To kill myself
Need some help
'Cause

a large family
I remember him saying
She's the only one that understands me
He didn't express it too much
But he was touched by her soul
Then she did him

Quik Is the Name

DJ Quik

Quik Is the Name

1991

You want to see a young brother from the Compton tip check a grip
Well, keep lookin', because the C-A-M-E-O track is cookin'
Like a big ol' pot

You want to see a young brother from the Compton tip check a grip
Well, keep lookin', because the C-A-M-E-O track is cookin'
Like a big ol' pot

Came in this shit by myself
Came in this shit by myself
Free the real, keep the rest, no cap, nigga
Came in this shit by myself
Came in this shit

Why you trynna get all in my business
Young Bull
You aint on my level
Im too fresh Im too cool
Who you stressin
Too much Flexin
Boy get back Im too

Why you trynna get all in my business
Young Bull
You aint on my level
Im too fresh Im too cool
Who you stressin
Too much Flexin
Boy get back Im too

waves, way too much motion
But these Hoes be choosin' they keep sayin' that I'm chosen
But it's hard to control a young nigga with motion
Making them plays

Shooting stars inside my brain
I can't tell if you feel the same
Oh these thoughts drive me insane
And it's all too much for me
Wish our time went by

and do wrong
There’s too much at stake and
I’m losin’ my calm
Dreamin’ I’m awake and refuse to die young

Ear to the street, nose to the grindstone
Eyes

Money fallin out my pockets I got too much cash
Can't fit nothin in her pockets she got too much ass like goddamn
Well if you must ask
We from

word is true

Now, money and me don't talk too much
We never got along too well
But when I got some in my pocket
I seem to have a lot more friends

Hopeless romantic
You're too young baby
You're too young yuh
Yuh yuh
Ain't it passed Midnight
Tell me what you think of when you dreamin
Heart broken

fast
Baby you should know
That a time we wasting
Time we wasting now
I don't wanna think too much
Girl I think you moving too fast
Time we wasting
Time

If I live by the gun
I’ma die by the gun
If I drink too much
I’ma die by the cup
If I pop too much
I’ma die by drugs
If I bet too much
I’ma lose all

thru 
Shout Mell and Shout out Cole, y'all my mans too 
With out y'all, don't know what I'm gon do 
Young boy introduced to the hustle 
Consumed by

Yeah
Things are moving are moving too fast
They want me dead like Tupac
I've been thinking too much
Got dope lines like Guzman
But I guess I'm only

switch no sides (Can't switch no sides)
The night is young it's way too early let's bring more vibes (Lets bring more vibes)
Life goes too quick let's slow

by my side
One more time just to try?
What if we could've been so much more
Than this was? (Than this was)
Pretend you're mine for the night

have it

I grew up fast im still a young boy
But life it woke me up
I seen my momma dead at 16 you know it fucked me up
And don't be scared to pass that

thing I knew to a father was one of my high school coaches
So yes, it's easy for me to say because I've been there
Just like you, young with way too many