Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Escaping Youth, artist - Awon. Album song Matte Black Soul, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Don't Sleep
Song language: English
Escaping Youth |
From the microphone |
I get loose |
But they ain’t know that Boochie said |
I had sunroof |
Not on my coupe yo |
I’m talking George Jefferson |
My shit is thinning |
Diarrhea of my hairline |
My barber give me mad effort Fam |
Imaginary lines like the youngest child of mine |
And I’m am from the durag era |
Rocking 360 waves |
Chicks used to say |
I look like Nas with a fade |
Back in my younger days |
I used to hit Kunyri Kutz |
Catch Rome and sit under blades |
Cause I was in the Hunger Games |
Fresh Cuts will get you laid |
Clean like listerine |
Had them brods |
Chasing sausage hard |
Jimmy Dean |
The kids call me sir |
They don’t even know I rap |
Cause I’m in fresh Kicks |
A white tee and a matching cap |
It’s a midlife crisis |
That I still get a cut |
Is it my hair or my youth that I can’t give up? |
We used to play out in the rain |
Your mom was scolding us |
She said that we were bad (she said that we were bad) |
I thought I’d rather go alone |
Who once till I was gone |
Oh girl you look so sad |
Early in the morning |
And when I see my face |
I shampoo my beard |
And notice a couple grays |
Is the fast life catching me |
Or am I getting old |
Sometimes I feel like my flesh |
Is now speaking to my soul |
I understand my purpose |
And as long as the earth twist |
I’m here to tell the truth |
Until I’m underneath the surface |
On whatever medium |
The antithesis of skinny jeans and shirts that’s smedium |
Awon bout as real as they come |
Can’t even shop they blogger hog |
They on some hype shit |
The masses touch it |
The streets don’t trust it |
That’s some life shit |
I’m on to bigger things |
Dot com is stressing me |
The industry is full |
Of lames on coke and ecstasy |
Learned my lessons |
Never front |
Vaporize I’m done with blunts |
Even the sneaker game is weak |
I ain’t cop nothing in months |
It’s a midlife crisis |
That I still get a cut |
Is it my hair |
Or my youth |
That I can’t give up |