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a june & j beat - young lyrics

chorus: sam ock
look into the past when i was young
feeling about the memories i’ve come to love
feeling like a grape turned into wine
and it will be okay just give it time, give it time

verse 1: j.han
back in the days on the boulevard of dreams
i used to kick rocks in my dadda’s supreme
it was echo, sean john, perry and g. unit
i kicked the mad style so you know i had to do it (hip hop)
rockin with timbo’s the white t to match
man that didn’t dance i just pulled up my pants and leaned back
leaned back, leaned back, leaned back, leaned back
i hit the rocaway, i got my rocawear
i wanted 8 gold chains with my outerwear (shabba)
i wanted to floss with my wrists, wooo
so i went to target and got a g shark and a gif
i got ketchup stains and i’m p-ssed whoa
thankfully there’s maybe four, maybe five, maybe six
it’s all thanks to chance force thank you to foot locker
you laced me up and made me feel like a show starter
ooohh

chorus: sam ock
look into the past when i was young (i was young)
feeling about the memories i’ve come to love (come to love)
feeling like a grape turned into wine (into wine, into wine)
and it will be okay just give it time, give it time

verse 2: j.han
alright lemme tell you a story
i remember when my cousin gave me his og’s
number 2 air jordan’s it was back in 03
i was feeling like a king but then he was like “wait yo”
“instead i’ma give you all black retro’s”
i was like “that’s cool i’ma wear em in school”
got my cl-ssroom buzzing with the aahhs and the ooohs
had my sway brush and my rubber bands
would slay the h-rnets of the suckers who don’t understand
reprimand the dudes who be steppin on your shoes
they don’t have a clue why you don’t waddle like a fool
cuz we don’t wanna crease them
no, no, no, no we don’t wanna crease them (we don’t wanna crease them)
i tell ya i feel like n0body was dope as me
cuz i’m just so fresh and so clean (so clean)
but one day i was humbled then my world came crumbling down
my momma threw them out

chorus: sam ock
look into the past when i was young (i was young, i was young)
feeling about the memories i’ve come to love (come to love)
feeling like a grape turned into wine (into wine, into wine)
and it will be okay just give it time, give it time

- a june j beat lyrics

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