Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Generation Y, artist - Caskey. Album song Generation, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Generation Y |
| Seem like I hate myself, I love myself, I hate myself |
| Mind state so undecisive, run the dices |
| We in a time where every man that’s walkin' got a hunnid vices |
| The country that we in is fucked up, man |
| I guess that’s why some people run to ISIS |
| But violence ain’t the answer, it divide us |
| What the people really need is guidance |
| Feel like DJ Khaled, homie, we the hottest |
| But we ain’t like everybody, we be modest |
| Got the money for the cars and the chains |
| But I spend my time in peace and silence |
| Smokin' on a high hemp |
| Tryna meditate, man, we tryna reach the islands |
| Black Sheep, they only see defiance |
| God is good but shit we needed science |
| Trump in the office, racism still alive |
| Man, that shit kill the vibe |
| Tell them neo-nazis, «Suck a dick and die» |
| I’m on acid now, Lucy in the sky |
| Feel like Jesus Christ, he was crucified |
| People hate the truth, when they used to lies |
| Gotta take your ego, get it euthanized |
| 'Bout our business but we ain’t in suit and ties |
| Lie 'bout yourself |
| That’s initiation into our whole generation |
| This was a soul innovation |
| I scraped the bowl, start my goal penetration |
| I look at rappers and want to change occupations |
| Nowadays, you get more likes for the confrontation |
| Than for dope shit and compilations |
| Ya’ll soundin' soul-less in conversations |
| There’s way too much hatred and gossip |
| You end up on World Star, in the Shade Room |
| They start to think that you poppin' |
| Look at them jeans, now they Robin |
| You went to dealer and robbed him |
| Dancin' with demons and goblins |
| We don’t see it 'cause we too entangled in the comments |
| You on the percs and the lean too much |
| Our generation probably seein' too much |
| Fifth graders with a iPhone |
| Information overload is bein' too much |
| Got us disconnected with our own self |
| But we see a lot of people through the screen |
| We don’t do shit, all we do is dream |
| Man, rest in peace to Martin Luther King |
| See I hate myself, I love myself, I hate myself |
| Mind frame so undecisive, run the dices |
| In a time where every man that’s walkin' got a hunnidvices |
| Country that we in is fucked up, man |
| I guess that’s why some people run to ISIS |
| But violence ain’t the answer, it divide us |
| What the people really need is guidance |
| Feel like DJ Khaled, homie, we the hottest |
| Ain’t like everybody, we be modest |
| Got the money for the cars and the chains |
| But I spend my time in peace and silence |
| Smokin' on a high hemp |
| Tryna get to Puerto Rico, wanna see the islands |
| Black Sheep, they only see defiance |
| God is good but shit we needed science |
| If I have a son, I’ma tell him run |
| Try and get far away, we are not the ones |
| Lookin' at these people, we got lots of guns |
| Gotta be the light, you can’t stop the sun, yeah |
| And we talk to ourselves |
| 'Cause you don’t feel safe when the coppers come |
| No surprise that we poppin' one |
| I look in the mirror, don’t know who I’ve become |
| Used to feel like I had answers |
| Now my mind is like a cancer |
| Dollar bills on dirty dancers, undercover money transfers |
| Devils dancin' to the samples |
| He make an appointment and he never cancels |
| Temptation turnin' ampler |
| I tried to be the world’s candle |
| They put me out and turned me to an animal |
| Too in love with diamonds, I’ve been over-shinin' |
| Need to see my people, I’ve been over-timin' |
| What’s the purpose? |
| Never see my homies now |
| Been had a kid and I ain’t hold him down |
| People lookin' at me like the Golden Child |
| But I made mistakes and they go for miles |
| Down on myself, never show a smile |
| When I die, I pray that I’ma go in style |
| But I ain’t perfect |
| Walk through this earth like everyone findin' a purpose |
| I found it in music |
| Sometimes your blessings come with the curses |
| God don’t always give you mercy |
| Sometimes you gotta endure the pain to show you worthy |
| Every nation on my jersey, go to God and say I’m thirsty |
| That’s why I hate myself, I love myself, I hate myself |
| Try and not be undecisive, run the dices |
| In a time where every man that’s walkin' got a hunnid vices |
| The people that we are, fucked up, man |
| I guess that’s why some people run to ISIS |
| Violence ain’t the answer, it divide us |
| What the people really need is guidance |
| Feel like DJ Khaled, homie, we the hottest |
| Not like everybody, we be modest |
| Got the money for the cars and the chains |
| But I spend my time in peace and silence |
| Smokin' on a high hemp |
| Tryna get to Indonesia, wanna see the islands |
| Black Sheep, they only see defiance |
| God is good but shit we needed science |
| This just a letter to the people to remember that the power’s in your hands |
| Black Sheep |