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mr. dee (dee boy) – not too young lyrics

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[mr. dee + verse 1:]
since a troubled teenager sorrounded by the strangers
in the hood banging ++nightmares’ what they gave ‘yuh
they stay safe ?
i gives a f+ck i’m ready to meet my maker
a variety with past of anxiety
attempt to the blend within the eyes of society
by my papers so i flip another days
got lots to lose i ain’t stupid when i raise
game knowledge that my life got polished
when i speak it’s like i’m rhyming outta college
grab your mind and place your pistol like a hostage
i get p+ssed now my thoughts turnning cautious
my body trembled everytime that i pray
i spoke to god will i die? i probably may
i really hope god believes when i say
i’d rather die but when i do i got it made
satisfaction to see myself buried
secondary, my time is temporay
and when i pass overturn the hour glass
a re+run rigor mortis of the past
stale body pale face you know the case
12 shotty buckshot desintegrate
too young to imagine myself dead
only way to love life is reviving the dead
isolate military combat
full of hatred you’ll never make u want that?
pure drama while i’m try’na be the happiest
persue trauma anything for some happiness, uh…
[chorus:]
i said persue trauma
anything for some happiness
cus i’m not too young, uh
cus i’m not too young
i said i’m not too young
persue trauma anything for some…

[mr. dee + verse 2:]
it’s like i gotta die in order for eternal love
and with a mug i face the world like a modern thug
criticise for the methods that i use
civilized if you anyalze my truth
i hear voices don’t hate me if i do it
out of choices but this is how to view it
with a sober mind i don’t make no promises
it’s a prominence that over took my dominance
imagine you with your family in good health
i see myself with a loaded glock by my belt
lying dead god couldn’t help
a shock mimd from the pain that i felt
a big house with nice cars and luxury
closed casket a big heart, the summary
suicide you pray for my recovery
but as i die my homie keeps me company
misery all these friends that i got
the only one who survives every shot
i see my thoughts like a money hungry pimp
i’m not stopping till my name on the blimp
my lifestyle you let go and i forget
late nights you wake up in cold sweat
when i speak they’ll turn it into quotes
vocabulary got it flowing like a boat
i’m surrounded by smith n’ wessons
but my mind is the real hidden weapon
a dark life battered and bruised
i feel dead tired and used
futuristic i’m running off of fumes
optimistic i’m praying to a cruz
too young to imagine myself lose
everything to a bottle of booze
[outro:]
cus im not too young
i said im too young
your not too young to catch a bullet
ha…



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