Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Young , by - Eligh. Song from the album The Tortoise and The Crow, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 17.02.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Young |
| I recall valentine use to be a pal of mine |
| Till the heart broke kicked and crushed |
| I need it calamine |
| For the irritated battle lines drawn across my chest |
| I messed no dollar sign |
| Get remedy from Adam’s cleared up Palestine |
| This little guy with acid nine if you try to ask him why he passed you by |
| Left to find the answers out there plagued him hanged him out to dry |
| Like sheets blowing in the wind no one can help him internalize |
| The pain that let it tap the mind |
| Till there’s nothing left to learn his timetables but disaster shines |
| Sunlight on the mastermind the prime riders, lime lighters |
| Talent show crime fighters, hind sighters |
| Looking back to trace the thing defining brighter past decline |
| Math is fine for other students but it’s who with wisdom lies in |
| Matching blinds together like a graphic tetric bastard of the southern tribe |
| Bringing rings around the boundless beaches with a tide |
| Bringing that energy forever lasting life |
| Being young is scary |
| Quite a load to carry |
| And quite unordinary |
| Therefore extraordinary |
| Different esmaticx motion |
| Sipping the magic potion |
| Define what true devotion |
| Being young is scary |
| Quite a load to carry |
| And quite unordinary |
| Therefore extraordinary |
| Different esmaticx motion |
| Sipping the magic potion |
| Define what true devotion |
| I recall Fridays use to be my days |
| Young and in the hall ways |
| Kids leering side ways at me in my new jays |
| Walk man blasting cool jays |
| On the bus ride home read what my eyes say |
| Lazy for the weekend and the streets are my bridesmaids |
| Football till sun down that was when the run down home bound |
| Then up late cherish every instance |
| On the fly grades |
| Didn’t matter to me much |
| Evident on my report cards and lines that say |
| About my life and raising hell to every teacher frustrated with me and my days |
| Off attitude in class I was daydreaming of the next Friday |
| The attitude would pass when it arrived |
| The thought of having children stresses me to know |
| They have to find their own way across the asphalt |
| Minus stage in my development yet so relevant to my final page |
| For that final grade |
| Being young is scary |
| Quite a load to carry |
| And quite unordinary |
| Therefore extraordinary |
| Different esmaticx motion |
| Sipping the magic potion |
| Define what true devotion |
| Being young is scary |
| Quite a load to carry |
| And quite unordinary |
| Therefore extraordinary |
| Different esmaticx motion |
| Sipping the magic potion |
| Define what true devotion |
| I recall fear being near every time I took |
| A step towards a mirror on a clear day |
| Weirdos are more weird |
| It took years before weird was a term of endearment to this human here |
| It appears that the dreary days I spent on your train were the teardrops of |
| angels |
| Spilling lessons on my layman’s terms |
| Defining miracles occurred in daily life and city stripes |
| Such pretty lights us seeing retrospective gaming terms |
| Bringing wisdom to a black bird |
| Flapping through the park of echo back to |
| South central metro |
| With angel breath as my petrol when the tear pin tell you let go |
| Let it go |
| Being young is scary |
| Quite a load to carry |
| And quite unordinary |
| Therefore extraordinary |
| Different esmaticx motion |
| Sipping the magic potion |
| Define what true devotion |