Lyrics:
I remember
The first time I saw you
Everything in slow motion
While you pass me by
But I'm not ready
To move on
By on my own, hum
And now, I'm too
have the time
For the haters
And all the time that I wasted
How careless of me
Too young and stupid to see
I put my life in their hands
(Gonna
gonna do?
Help me
Can't get her off my mind
I'm drinking too much wine
I'm burning up inside
If I could touch her face
or take her out some place
Written by Neil Young
© 1977 Silver Fiddle (BMI)
There's a lot to learn
For wasting time
There's a heart that burns
There's an open mind
Look
the truth (take the)
Get through
Right yours, wait if you just keep it true
Don't fight the blues, don't fight the blues
Brotha man, young man
Let me
me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
Screaming, "Jesus, save me"
You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me
'Cause
Things look bad from over here
Too much confusion and no solution
Everyone here knows your fear
You're out of touch and you try too much
around your neck
They say that goin' steady is not the proper thing
They say that we're too young to know the meaning of a ring
I only know that I
my own regret
Yeah
Too old to love, too young to die
Too bad to care, too nice to fight
No one will ever know my name (Yeah)
I'm just another folk
nigga
Always dodging polices because they hate young niggas
And we hate them too, 38 in him shoe
All the changes the system will take him through
He
Mama said that thirteen was too young to think my lips
And too young to run with me and twice my years
But when you're young and yearn to be a woman
And Jack-
The White House is under attack
Eight years is the limit, but eight will do
By then there'll be Bobby-
And Teddy, too
Or Peter
Strawbs - Flying
Young boy that I know
Feels he has lived too long
His spirit of adventure
Slipped away
With little sense of pride
He feels deep
state
And I was young enough
To think I was good enough to be his opening act
And in a cloud of smoke he took another toke
And counted one, two,
young niggas
And we hate them too, 38 in him shoe
All the changes the system will take him through
He ain't a killer but he will if you make him do it
flicking
Get money, f*** b****es
Young Weezy, young pimping, she love it
I keep going, she keep cumin, what you know 'bout it
So 'bout it, like Master P,
Eliminate The Possibility
That To Be An E-M-C-E-E
Is Not A Threat To Society
Say Step By Step
Stride By Stride
I Know The Young Ladies Would Like To Ride
If
on the track, yeah
Put blindsides on my eyes, young nigga
I can feel the money (I can feel the racks)
I got some young niggas pull on the opps
And they kill
a rut, nigga
Ten toes in the street got you stuck, nigga, what, nigga?
Buck, buck, nigga
Buried your partner just the other day knowin' he was too young
by the angel who fell
Who saves me from hell?
And who is my God?
And where is my soul?
Too tired to jump too young to run
Never-ending,
Bankrupt and buried by war that is carried out
By messengers now
Was born here and married too young staring
The nose of the barrel down
Went milk
the cameras see us
I'm with a movie star, ooh, young Cameron Diaz
I'm with a movie star, ooh, young Angelina
And I know they say all type of things about
callin' is right on time
Transformation, I must had a thousand lives and like three thousand wives
You should know that I'm slightly off, fightin' off
saved
Lord, I'm so tired
And I know you're tired too,
Look over the horizon, see the sun
Shining down on you
Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy!
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