Lyrics:
by the old crew who'd survived
A grizzled medic and a young sailor he'd revived
She embraced them, but they took her aside and spoke free
"Captain, how
Think it's by design, lowkey
Party like it's '99 getting high to pass the time slowly
If you're from '99 let me make a toast
Let's have a drink
Cause it's
Old freight train, keeps rolling by
Every thirty seconds behind the bar we're playing tonight
It's rattling the walls
The air raid siren keeps going
specific
But every word I'm about to say I hope you listen
When I was young I heard this word in every movie
Didn't quite know what it meant but I would hope
Young girl fell in love
Make Up done by her bestfriend, her wedding day
Get a kiss and hug
All she can do is think about all the better days
She
you test me
Can't no nigga say their texting me, so
Fuck could you use against me, huh?
Aside from this
Man I'm dealing with shit at
Home, and we're not
Cats get served, running up sliced
Every single night and that the way we keep it right
Like that fuckers... (YEAH)
I'm just trickin though,
remember the day that we met
I was a young buck, not giving a fuck
You were an OG, slanging dope on the cut
We was ridin round town blowing a quarter pound
a brownie while the night is young
We were rolling yeah looking real smooth
Cause cruising Whittier is how we ended our afternoon
Smooth chillin just kickin
I've been sitting in the dirt (for twenty four hours)
I've forgotten my own worth (for twenty four hours)
Said that you'd be here last night (oh)
tables and chairs, beer and blood everywhere
Over one to young co-ed
We don't hit the town looking for a fight
But one always finds us on a Friday night
should be singing the blues
At war with love and life
A battle I don't wanna lose
Ima take you way back
It all started when I was so young
See I never
the country
And we were poor immigrants who came
Here when I was fairly young
Wealth may just be a much lower number
It may just be that I don't have to work
I've been sitting in the dirt (for twenty four hours)
I've forgotten my own worth (for twenty four hours)
Said that you'd be here last night (oh)
night
But believing in a god is a fight in itself
And it's a fight with mental health
And I can't help but to believe
That we're living in hell
'Cause
We're down for the drills (Drillings)
That's anywhere
That's anytime you can still get billed
(Still get it)
I'm aiming for wigs, so I'm aiming
Young blood
Keep on riding high
With a concrete soul
Young blood
(No need to rush it cause we)
Run on different timezones
Waiting by my phone
Colder
to relax and unwind
Up next, we have "Losing Control" by Yungdoms
And we are ready for take off)
Baby, give me one night with you
I wanna show you something
you ever expected
What do you mean bro?
Oh my God
Little by little the more I think about it, it gets clear
It's like I'm constantly looking
a girl in pink suspenders
And her buz-whams were stupendous
Like two bald-headed men sitting side by side
She wore a BRA SIZE 45 and she could jump
[Strophe 1:]
When I was a young man, I was proud, I was brave.
I punished, I conquered and won every race.
Through the Fields. I was holding my
person
We're still young, we're both learning
No such thing as being perfect
Its gunna be a hell of a night
I don't wanna catch this flight
Really want you
the dark
Fuck any bad remark
Cause I know I'm going far
I was born a star
Go above and set new bars
Got brothers fighting charges
We were in and out
Yamamoto, you know you're drownin in flames
Commander of the captains with a thousand year reign
I don't fight with kids, so - how you think we're
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