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nø_øne - yøung years lyrics

[verse 1: nø_øne]
smoked out loced out
times have changed
no doubt
no more being cut out
went a long way from the playground
the forbidden ground
where i used to breakdown
i used to be like:
“boohoo life’s sad” (-sobbing-)
homie f-ck that
will you even try or will you just fall flat
since a young age, always loved rap
now i’m in the booth tryna make a track
ouu
’bout my young years
only fifteen, tryna best my peers
used to be a sad boy
now i’m switching gears
f-ck bein’ a hoe toy
tryna bless yo’ ears
hah, that’s it
feelin’ like a misfit
but i don’t give two sh-ts (nah)
used to be called a flid
made it out bit by bit
wrists ain’t slit
now we together in the booth gettin’ lit (lit!)
the double n word with thunder kid
on the come up
tell a fake friend to shut the f-ck up
’cause i’m snoop dogg and you’re just a pup
you should stick around b-ttercup
or don’t hit my line when i blow up
like w-ssup
’cause i’m ridin’ with the
with the
with the beam (aye!)

[verse 2: tk]
destroy my past
where i’m always the last
atleast i’m fast
but i can’t be surp-ssed
i was always har-ssed
but i had a blast in my young years
shed a few tears
had a few beers
had a few fears
but i got through them
worst memories
i wanna undo them
best friends
didn’t wanna lose them
enemies
wanted to shoot them
juiciest dreams
wanted to persue em
nothing went as it should
did everything i could
misunderstood
did bad at school
was breaking rules
close friends were tools
they were smoking weed
one of them was popping speed
needed each other to succeed
we were hoping for a peak
although we were weak
everywhere i went, i had to speak
it’s like my mind was a code
my brain was f-cking slow
that’s why i want my head to explode

[chorus: sample]
smoked out loced out, riding with the pistol grip
i don’t love hoes mane, i’m aiming at your skull
smoked out loced out, riding with the pistol grip
i don’t love hoes mane, i’m aiming at your skull
smoked out loced out, riding with the pistol grip
i don’t love hoes mane, i’m aiming at your skull
smoked out loced out, riding with the pistol grip
i don’t love hoes mane, i’m aiming at your skull

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