Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song To Be Young, artist - Fashawn. Date of issue: 23.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
To Be Young |
| Follow me as I creep through the night on a GT bike |
| This whirlwind that I call my life |
| Peep the crime, the drugs, the dimes, the dubs |
| Round 1999, when it was me Tyrique, Jamar, Malik |
| Young juveniles runnin' through the halls with heat |
| Before we developed a love for larceny |
| Parents on ice so we all starve for weeks |
| So one night Malik got his hand on a gun |
| All you heard was «Blam Blam» when it sung |
| Caught a body where the news cameras won’t come |
| Still chewing candy, dammit we was young |
| And I can still smell the stench of the |
| Body bag by the project bench |
| Tyrique and Malik, I ain’t seen 'em since |
| Jamar, too fat, couldn’t hop over the fence, my nigga |
| Oh to be young, In a crazy crazy world |
| Oh to be young, In a crazy crazy world |
| Awaken by the daylight once the night was lost |
| Woke up the next morning and my bike was gone |
| Wasn’t long 'til I got another |
| Courtesy of the upper, East side hanging with kids like Jamar |
| Might sleep on the couch let her ice defrost |
| Favorite TV show, Miami Vice was on |
| Nigga in the kitchen that look just like Lebron |
| That I never seen in my life, calling my mama wife |
| But, he ain’t play for the league he slung white |
| Tattoos in, bullet wounds was a type |
| A felony, battery, a few strikes |
| Thought when I grew up that’s what I’d be like |
| Nah, give 'em OE and he out cold |
| Everyday thing in my household |
| I’m starving and my Nikes is scuffed |
| Life is so short it shouldn’t be so rough |
| Ayo journey through my adolescent hood |
| Thing named Neesha woulda hit it if I could |
| Gave me head dope like a real lady should |
| Before the skateboard had a shorty on wood |
| Had a body that was wet, too old for her brain |
| Wondering why her clothes just don’t fit the same |
| Got appointed by a pimp named Snow Cap |
| White boy, skinny frame but his dough fat |
| He had the cars, the fame, the clothes, the broads |
| The name, the jewels, the chain, the charm |
| Whatever represented success |
| The Bentley, the Lex, he would be in it next |
| Found out he got niggas paying Neesha for sex |
| Guess I was vexed cause I ain’t hit it yet |
| One night came up short, it was time to collect |
| Next morning found her body in the back of the Jects |
| A crazy world (x8) |