YOUNGBLOOD

No kizzy
Moving uneasy, make me too dizzy
All on the road, passed out backseat
'Til I get on the road same day as last week

Turn on the phone, last night's at the Stu
They was passing blow, me, I just left school
Shit not smooth, I don't wanna even fake it
Losing relation, losing my patience, ah (yeah)

Gotta get out the mud, young blood (oh)
Gotta get out how you live, young blood (yeah)
Gotta see just what it is, young blood

All I know is I don't wanna be in the world
All alone
I'd rather come with you, girl
Take me there, just take me there, ooh

This time, I know it's all over from herе (yeah)
I gotta do something
Get up out the hood, man, I gotta do somеthing
No better timing, dawg, what else to do?
Younging from the city of Detroit where the stars aren't the ones you see aligning

Pathway hidden under concrete pavement
No more, big homies, all I'm saying
Spend my whole life tryna earn my stripes
When the kid next door just lost his life

Man, it's so close (man, it's so close, man, it's so close)
(Man, it's close, man, it's so close)
Man, it's so close (man, it's so close, man, it's so close)
(Man, it's so close, man, it's so close) ah-ah, yeah

Gotta get out the mud, young blood (young blood, young blood, young blood)
Gotta get it how you live, young blood, yeah (young blood, young blood, young blood)
Gotta see just what it is, young blood (ooh-ooh-ooh), yeah

All I know is I don't wanna be in the world (young blood, young blood, young blood)
All alone
I'd rather come with you, girl (young blood, young blood, young blood)
Take me there, just take me there, ooh, yeah

Young blood, young blood, young blood
Young blood, young blood, young blood
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (yeah)



Credits
Writer(s): Sam Austins, Thibault Francis Ruellan, Kaleb David Waterman
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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