Lyrics:
just feels so old
Nothings ever fair, no one’s on your side
Well girl I’ve been there
And you’ll be just fine
Too young to live
Too young to die
Too many
momento
I'd rather get screwed than scrutinized
I'd rather get used by a cutie pie
If she ain't fucking it's Uber time
I rather be advised than supervised
sweet Juliet
Two star-crossed lovers married, looking for regrets
By daybreak I'll be gone and searching for your kiss
Leave me a drop of poison waiting
clutching to their crosses
The block hot by the law, there ain't too many choices
So what I do is for y'all, there ain't too many voices left
I watch my back,
be the salt
And I'll be the sea
And we could get married in the middle of June
A sunny day in the afternoon
Oh you wear white
Baby I'll wear white too
both kids then so we knew it all ..
And Young hearts can not be told
Chorus
People then thought of us ...Just two young fools Married before
roll boy
I sell dope when I ain't got show boy
I swear to God that I be killing
I'm a young nigga I can't wait till
The day i see that million
The day I
count the ways but girls don't shove me
One by one you can come and caress me
Undress and molest me but you can't posess me
Because I love a young lady
or slightly faded
You tried to play me now homicide is my only payment
I'm addicted to currency in this life I lead
Why the fuck you cowards be runnin', too
you were much too young to get married.
But I say, You're way too old, and when did you stop living anyway?
As I ride my bike, with my safety helmet on,
days of our lives
You wink, it goes by
So we'll just get it with no edits
And anything goes, so no time for closed minds
And free my Lil' Weezy
coming, got too rich for that sight
So take advantage of your youth before you elderly
'Cause today is the youngest that you will ever be
Troublesome nigga
Troublesome 19-motherfuckin' 96 (Westside!)
Let it be known nigga
Boss of all bosses, Makaveli
Menacin' methods label me
Cause that cowboy well he's still too young to ride
Leather chaps a big white hat silver spurs that glisten
Growin' up takes such a long long time
And he
to do
You were never there, why should I be there
There's no one there to hold me
I'm young at heart and age and these are the days,
When a girl
(Huddie Ledbetter/John Lomax)
(E) - (E7) - (A) - (B7)
(E) I asked your mother for (B7) you
She told me that you was too (E) young
I wish dear (E7)
back just
In time for tea (and don't be late mind)
Nobody's perfect least of all me
Married the job at age 23
Just keep my nose clean egg chips
I-I-I'm at the telly with Holly and Dolly We on the same trip, we all pop wit Molly
I'm at the telly with Holly and Dolly We on the same trip, we all
To live forever in Heaven with you, well, I'd sure hate to be in this crowd
You know, Lord, I'm not perfect, some even call me no count
But I'll tell
I'm drinkin' Hennessey, runnin' from my enemies
Will I live to be twenty-three?
There's so much pain
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get
(DY Krazy)
Permanent mark on my heart, girl, you careless
And when you act like you don't care, that shit be scary
And I got caught with four,
and damned if a nigga do
Now watch a young motherfucka' pull a trigger too
Craze out and don't let them see ya cry
Dry ya eyes young nigga time to Do
must be told
We're two young ragga's that are way too bold
No one holds up back so were going for fame
Pioneerin' Jawaiian to the music game
We gonna
that they need me, Lord
I'm talkin' 'bout some real life shit
Goodbye letter, "Dear life" shit
Way too concerned to be conceited
I live and I learn,
.png/300px-The_Hollies_(1965).png "The Hollies")
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