Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Young Hearts Run Free, artist - Common. Date of issue: 21.07.2014
Song language: English
Young Hearts Run Free |
| State of the art, state of the drill |
| State of the mind, state of the city |
| I contemplate and rewind |
| State of the art, state of the mind |
| State of the city |
| I contemplate and rewind |
| I put the line down when I put the rhyme down |
| Lost on my own Stoney Island that I’m found |
| I ride around town like this is my town |
| Rapping to myself, trying to see how I sound |
| Kinda arrogant cause I’m from Chi Town |
| East bound & down, that’s how we get down |
| At the bar taking shots like they live rounds |
| My lifestyle is it’s good to be alive now |
| Lot that surround me, places all cloudy |
| Came in the Audi, pied piper rowdy |
| You in the 'Raq where it’s war like Saudi |
| Youngins carry the iron man, like Robert Downey |
| Pound the ground we own the concrete jungle |
| Surround me loudly, wildly is how we came up |
| Think about the come up |
| That’s why I’m always on edge when the fans seem to run up |
| Hair all done up, we can spend the summer together |
| But when the weather change, lady friend |
| You may be forever stranger lines seem to blur |
| Yea I like you but I still love her, uh uh uh |
| I come from the under, wonder why they slumbered on a nigga |
| Now I see the bigger picture, pour a little liquor |
| The rich get richer, my dick get bigger |
| Cause I’mma go hard, g-go g-go hard |
| The more I know self, the more I know God |
| Coppin' land from my bro Monar |
| Good to do business with the bro-gods, let the dollar circulate |
| Lower the murder rate but still kill this shit |
| In touch with the crib that’s why you feel this shit |
| The willingness to grow, the willingness to blow |
| The willingness to know that I don’t know shit |
| But I still wanna know |
| What the fuck you on girl |
| Enrichened souls, visions, goals, mission grows as I do |
| It was written like a haiku when I was seventeen |
| I used the syllables, y’all, to forever dream |
| Now I’m a Champagne King like Evelyn |
| Young hearts run free and forever sing |
| Yea |
| Tell me what the fuck you on |
| Cause your heart is sayin' ohh, ohh, ohh — run |
| State of the art, state of the drill |
| State of the mind, state of the city |
| I contemplate and rewind |
| State of the art, state of the mind |
| State of the city |
| I contemplate and rewind |
| Cause your heart is sayin' ohh, ohh, ohh — run |
| State of the art, state of the drill |
| State of the mind, state of the city |
| I contemplate and rewind |
| State of the art, state of the mind |
| State of the city |
| I contemplate and rewind |
| It was red, I guess it had to be the bloodshed |
| Love shed, ‘nough said |
| But I still wanna know |
| What the fuck you’re on |
| Cause your heart is sayin' ohh, ohh, ohh — run |
| And I’m down to jump the gun with you |
| Tell me what the fuck you want |
| Cause your heart is sayin' ohh, ohh, ohh — run |
| And I’m down to jump the gun with you |
| What the fuck I’m s’posed to do, you not around |
| I’m not talkin' 'bout when you’re high I mean on the ground |
| Always hold you down in and outta town |
| Maybe I’m a clown got me crying out in front the crowd |
| On the inside but it feel like a fuckin' cloud |
| Out my fuckin' mind, I’ma fuckin' drown |
| Girl but I’m not gonna fuck around |
| I’ma fuckin' marry you and learn to swim |
| Let me carry you I need to hit the gym |
| Young hard jab but the difference is |
| Got young love but I’m not young |
| Faith in love but I’m not dumb |
| I don’t need to give a fuck about the outcome |
| Niggas be scared but I’m not one |
| Niggas be scared but I’m not one |
| Niggas be scared but I’m not one |
| Niggas be scared but I’m not one |
| Niggas be scared but I’m not one |