[ti:Young N Dumb]
[ar:Polo G]
[al:Hall of Fame 2.0]
[by:lrc.d4321.com]
[00:00.000]作词 : Taurus Bartlett/Joshua Howard Luellen
[00:00.000]作曲 : Taurus Bartlett/Joshua Howard Luellen
[00:00.000]We was out here gangbangin' now
[00:10.510]Posted on the block, my chain swangin'
[00:12.630]Oh, to be young and dumb
[00:14.840]Don't believe in one-on-ones
[00:16.250]Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums
[00:19.670]From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun
[00:22.710]My homie died, heard his mama cry, R.I.P. to her son
[00:26.310]Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run
[00:29.700]Livin' every day hopin' we survive, this the life of the slum
[00:33.800]In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done
[00:36.560]So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb
[00:39.390]Pay attention to detail, made a million off my email
[00:44.100]Out in Malibu steppin' on seashells
[00:45.620]But it could be a Glock 23 shell
[00:47.350]Was stuck in the hood but I prevailed
[00:49.240]Where I come from, we don't see Yale
[00:50.980]Block baby, I'm a trap scholar
[00:52.590]I really studied them streets well
[00:54.180]Eyeball the work, we don't need scales
[00:56.200]I got baking soda on resale
[00:57.630]He'll do anything not to see jail
[00:59.250]No respect if he act like a female
[01:01.100]He really a bitch, uh, I gave my glizzy a switch
[01:04.100]Four seconds, we empty a stick
[01:05.360]Bro just like Curry, he really don't miss, uh
[01:06.940]Oh, to be young and dumb
[01:08.490]Don't believe in one-on-ones
[01:10.270]Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums
[01:13.700]From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun
[01:17.000]My homie died, heard his mama cry, R.I.P. to her son
[01:20.330]Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run
[01:23.750]Livin' every day hopin' we survive, this the life of the slum
[01:27.120]In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done
[01:30.660]So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb
[01:33.470]Society got too many distractions
[01:35.870]Every problem don't need a reaction
[01:37.580]Toughest niggas, they be in the past tense
[01:39.350]Even though kept his heat, he was lackin'
[01:41.300]Lost his homie, he seen the shit happen
[01:42.740]Knee-deep in that beef, it was crackin'
[01:44.630]All this trauma increasin' the damage
[01:46.360]Hot shit with 'em demons attractin'
[01:48.000]This shit'll leave you writin' love letters from a county cell
[01:51.140]How you fight in your sleep 'cause you haunted from soul odors? Dead body smell
[01:52.920]Face to face with the devil and he got control on him 'cause he know him well
[01:57.780]He just hopin' the Lord gon' give him another chance 'fore he go to Hell
[02:00.750]Oh, to be young and dumb
[02:02.670]Don't believe in one-on-ones
[02:04.420]Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums
[02:08.140]From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun
[02:10.910]My homie died, heard his mama cry, R.I.P. to her son
[02:14.330]Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run
[02:17.760]Livin' every day hopin' we survive, this the life of the slum
[02:20.940]In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done
[02:24.250]So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb