Young N Dumb
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作词 : Taurus Bartlett/Joshua Howard Luellen

作曲 : Taurus Bartlett/Joshua Howard Luellen

We was out here gangbangin' now

Posted on the block, my chain swangin'

[Chorus]

Don't believe in one-on-ones

Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums

From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun

My homie died, heard his mama cry, to her son

Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run

Livin' every day hopin' we survive, this the life of the slum

So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb

[Verse 1]

Pay attention to detail, made a million off my email

Out in Malibu steppin' on seashells

But it could be a Glock 23 shell

Was stuck in the hood but I prevailed

Where I come from, we don't see Yale

Block baby, I'm a trap scholar

I really studied them streets well

Eyeball the work, we don't need scales

He'll do anything not to see jail

No respect if he act like a female

Bro just like Curry, he really don't miss, uh

[Chorus]

Oh, to be young and dumb

Don't believe in one-on-ones

Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums

From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun

Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run

Livin' every day hopin' we survive, this the life of the slum

In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done

So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb

[Verse 2]

Society got too many distractions

Every problem don't need a reaction

Toughest niggas, they be in the past tense

Even though kept his heat, he was lackin'

Knee-deep in that beef, it was crackin'

All this trauma increasin' the damage

Hot shit with 'em demons attractin'

How you fight in your sleep 'cause you haunted from soul odors? Dead body smell

Face to face with the devil and he got control on him 'cause he know him well

He just hopin' the Lord gon' give him another chance 'fore he go to Hell

[Chorus]

Don't believe in one-on-ones

Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums

From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun

My homie died, heard his mama cry, to her son

Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run

Livin' every day hopin' we survive, this the life of the slum

In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done

So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb

作词 : Taurus Bartlett/Joshua Howard Luellen

作曲 : Taurus Bartlett/Joshua Howard Luellen

We was out here gangbangin' now

Posted on the block, my chain swangin'

[Chorus]

Don't believe in one-on-ones

Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums

From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun

My homie died, heard his mama cry, to her son

Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run

Livin' every day hopin' we survive, this the life of the slum

So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb

[Verse 1]

Pay attention to detail, made a million off my email

Out in Malibu steppin' on seashells

But it could be a Glock 23 shell

Was stuck in the hood but I prevailed

Where I come from, we don't see Yale

Block baby, I'm a trap scholar

I really studied them streets well

Eyeball the work, we don't need scales

He'll do anything not to see jail

No respect if he act like a female

Bro just like Curry, he really don't miss, uh

[Chorus]

Oh, to be young and dumb

Don't believe in one-on-ones

Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums

From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun

Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run

Livin' every day hopin' we survive, this the life of the slum

In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done

So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb

[Verse 2]

Society got too many distractions

Every problem don't need a reaction

Toughest niggas, they be in the past tense

Even though kept his heat, he was lackin'

Knee-deep in that beef, it was crackin'

All this trauma increasin' the damage

Hot shit with 'em demons attractin'

How you fight in your sleep 'cause you haunted from soul odors? Dead body smell

Face to face with the devil and he got control on him 'cause he know him well

He just hopin' the Lord gon' give him another chance 'fore he go to Hell

[Chorus]

Don't believe in one-on-ones

Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums

From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun

My homie died, heard his mama cry, to her son

Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run

Livin' every day hopin' we survive, this the life of the slum

In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done

So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb

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