Too Young
I'm too young to be in love
I'm too young to feel this hurt
You only want me at my best and never settle for my worst
When I tell you all my problems and you tell me that you care
Then I stop to make my music, I can't find you anywhere
I don't know, I don't know
That awaits to all my conflicts
I don't care if you the rich girl I don't want to see you sobbin'
When you look me in the eye, girl I know this ain't the same
Yeah I wish met you last year cause you hanging with that lame
Signal sending, Signal suggesting
Mic in my basement that shit be a blessin'
Waste of my time, you're a waste for the flexin'
Time of my life now that shit be all textin'
I'm alone
No one home
Watch your tone
Check your phone
Don't leave me with read or opened, or even seen
I know you the type of girl to never come across as mean
Girl I'm in the mood for love but you're in the mood for things
I'm so sorry I'm attached but since I met you I was keen
Now it's downhill, for the summer of my life
The only ones I talk with is my mama and my mic
And I know that sounds so lame but those my go to's and my lights
Ima' write a song 'bout you, if you break me then I might
Ima' leave forever, and come if our time is ever
Maybe meet a few friends
Maybe write a few letters
Maybe lay down a set
Maybe think 'bout my ex
Knowing never what's next
Knowing I don't got texts
Now I'm gone, no one by side
You was so clean, now you throwing out your pride
Girl I hate to see you down
Girl I hate to see this fight, but you know this shit ain't simple
Girl you gotta' do what's right
You ain't easy, and you make me go insane
I got problems, when you're messing with my brain
And you're messing with my routine
And you're messing with my strife
And I know that this means something, cause you entered in my life
This ain't simple, I don't want you seeing pimples
I'm your lintel, and I wanna see your dimples
Solve my problems, and I'll try to solve yours
Take this love to the dance
Take this love to the floor
I'm wrong, you're right
You're my type, I'm your type
Say goodnight, say we tight
We can do it, all night
I'm so tired
Wrap your hands around my soul
Around my soul
I'm too young to feel this hurt
You only want me at my best and never settle for my worst
When I tell you all my problems and you tell me that you care
Then I stop to make my music, I can't find you anywhere
I don't know, I don't know
That awaits to all my conflicts
I don't care if you the rich girl I don't want to see you sobbin'
When you look me in the eye, girl I know this ain't the same
Yeah I wish met you last year cause you hanging with that lame
Signal sending, Signal suggesting
Mic in my basement that shit be a blessin'
Waste of my time, you're a waste for the flexin'
Time of my life now that shit be all textin'
I'm alone
No one home
Watch your tone
Check your phone
Don't leave me with read or opened, or even seen
I know you the type of girl to never come across as mean
Girl I'm in the mood for love but you're in the mood for things
I'm so sorry I'm attached but since I met you I was keen
Now it's downhill, for the summer of my life
The only ones I talk with is my mama and my mic
And I know that sounds so lame but those my go to's and my lights
Ima' write a song 'bout you, if you break me then I might
Ima' leave forever, and come if our time is ever
Maybe meet a few friends
Maybe write a few letters
Maybe lay down a set
Maybe think 'bout my ex
Knowing never what's next
Knowing I don't got texts
Now I'm gone, no one by side
You was so clean, now you throwing out your pride
Girl I hate to see you down
Girl I hate to see this fight, but you know this shit ain't simple
Girl you gotta' do what's right
You ain't easy, and you make me go insane
I got problems, when you're messing with my brain
And you're messing with my routine
And you're messing with my strife
And I know that this means something, cause you entered in my life
This ain't simple, I don't want you seeing pimples
I'm your lintel, and I wanna see your dimples
Solve my problems, and I'll try to solve yours
Take this love to the dance
Take this love to the floor
I'm wrong, you're right
You're my type, I'm your type
Say goodnight, say we tight
We can do it, all night
I'm so tired
Wrap your hands around my soul
Around my soul
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Writer(s): Keegan Foley
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