Lyrics:
baby
I am a VCR funeral of dead memory waste
You can see it in my face
As drink crawls down the esophagus staircase
Into my bowels of Hell
Naked like
startle me
And I can feel it in my roots
And I'm proving that I'm living
You can call it living proof
All these greys in my hair
Got me living out my youth
intestines
Bad bitches in flower dresses with tight pussies
I found the crevice
AK bullets move mountains
Break them bitches down to pebbles
That tough talk is
Listen deer I realize that you've been hurt, deeply
Because I've been there
But regardless of who, what, why, when, where and where
We're all
Doo doo doo doo doo doo mmm
Dooby dooby doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo mmm
There was a rose I knew, I met her once or twice before
In the system of Babylon
They torture the youth
In the system of Satan
They hook and brainwash the youth
Yea now! Well, yea, now!
C'mon! Saying, yea,
Doo doo doo doo doo doo mmm
Dooby dooby doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo mmm
There was a rose I knew, I met her once or twice before
It's other ways out the city
I'm tryna influence the youth
You don't wanna die young in these trenches
I'm tryna influence the youth
Don't need a gun
[Repeat x2]
London you're gonna find them
New York, L.A., back to Kingston
All I see is youth fighting
All I see is youth fighting
Well, in sympathy,
yeah
Treat the youths right
Instead of putting up a fight
'Cause if you treat the youths right
You could be sitting on a bomb
I won't go hither
(Stupid lies)
I'm not praying for truth (Praying for truth)
You fuckin' lier (Fuckin' lier)
Call it wasted youth (Wasted youth)
Been in bad places, riots
I remember that summer up in the crib
Just like Adam with the missing rib
The cocaine kids where they use to live
And the hairdresser use to talk,
I remember that summer up in the crib
Just like Adam with the missing rib
The cocaine kids where they use to live
And the hairdresser use to talk,
youth
Never wanna be an adult
Always wanna be in revolt
Youth youth youth
Youth youth youth
Well I don't want no uniform
And I don't
neck has sweat
I feel the clock
Makes my deathbed
You love the drama?
So bring me flowers
You love the truth
The fact this is the end of youth
All
youth
Never wanna be an adult
Always wanna be in revolt
Youth youth youth
Youth youth youth
Well I don't want no uniform
And I don't
Blue 속 피어난 flowers (flowers)
따스한 우리들의 hours (hours)
함께하자는 우리 promise (promise)
오랜 겨울 끝 찾아온 봄이 됐어 넌
I'll be with you every moment
You said 우린 destiny
me and you just ain't enough, we fruitful as youth let's accumulate some
Tell me 'bout your roots, and how you've came up
I call you my flower, cause
Everybody was running
But I couldn't hear nothing
Except gun blasts, it happened so fast
I didn't really know this kid
Though I sit by him in class
Everybody was running
But I couldn't hear nothing
Except gun blasts, it happened so fast
I didn't really know this kid
Though I sit by him in class
And I got a big bouquet of Mary Jane's flowers
Mary Jane's flowers, Mary Jane's flowers
Kush in the swisher, couldn't be sweeter
I'm talkin' P-80 mine,
The flowers of the forest are a' wede away.
4. In har'st at the shearin' nae youths now are jeerin'
Bandsters are runkled, and lyart, or grey.
At fair
losing sight of the one I keep inside
Now, I know it, yeah, I know it
You can't take my youth away
This soul of mine will never break
As long as I
of the proof
That I'm just another case of arrested development
I'm just another wasted youth
They say that I'm in need of some radical discipline
They say
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