monroetf1 - youngen lyrics
[intro]
hey ya, hey ya
hey ya, hey ya
[hook]
ever since a youngen, i been on road
gettin’ all these numbers for these bank notes
i don’t have no time for the convo
and now we barkin’, ’cause i know your dawgs are runnin’
[verse]
since a youngen on road
do this for the bank notes
i ain’t got no time for the convo
i don’t got no time for the convo
hear me out, hear me out, please
my whereabouts is where i’m ’bout to be
it hurts you when you hear about me
[?] my g
my g, yeah
out here rollin’ with the tf
(rollin’ with the t)
the tf
out here rollin’ with the+
if i wasn’t doing music i don’t know where i would be
i’m tryna make it in your top 3
got this heartache k!llin’ man and i cannot breathe
tell man, push me too far, they [?]
picture this, i gave this woman some toys for her yout
at the time, it was my bro’s little bro and i ain’t knew
that he wasn’t gettin’ treated the way that kids do
his mum used to sit upstairs, smoke crack and roll zoots
with some guy from the can who she knew that shots food
it’s all mad, if you think it stops there, it’s not true, the plot grew
the other brother turned snake in costume
and his mother sold the toys for some f+cking crack fumes
[hook]
ever since a youngen, i been on road
gettin’ all these numbers for these bank notes
i don’t have no time for the convo
and now we barkin’, ’cause i know your dawgs are runnin’
[verse]
facts different
man’s winning, my hand’s in it like a tactician
in 5 minutes her pants missing
give it to me g, like a real woman should
and when the money starts ringin’, i get it like i should
’cause i don’t know when i’ll be leavin’ from this earth and that’s for good
and i’m just tryna make sure that i pay the f+ckin’ plug
(facts)
my mum was askin’ me what’s up
when i was really cookin’ up
and i was runnin’ out of luck
have you ever had your brother try to k!ll himself ’cause sh+t ain’t getting better
’til you turn around ’cause seeing it will live with you forever?
now you’re frozen in time, hoping, wishing he would never
’cause the system got him f+cked up with his demons, sending letters
(i love you bro)
let me show you in depth
do more, talk less
i’m emotionally stressed
and i cope with the mess and still hope for the best
yeah
[hook]
ever since a youngen, i been on road
gettin’ all these numbers for these bank notes
i don’t have no time for the convo
and now we barkin’, ’cause i know your dawgs are runnin’
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