Hey, Young Me

Yeah yeah
I write for hours and hours and I still come up with nothing
That's when I start to get wondering
Am I good? do I suck?
Cause if I'm as good as I think
And I have all this talent
Why haven't I made a dollar off the singing and rapping
And how you make a living when the money aint stacking
You know your family loves you but thats what they're all asking
The pressure really on
Good thing that you're strong
And people really vibing when they listen to your songs
And just because you're not known yet don't mean you won't be
A journey like this can be lonely
Its like you see a possibility that other people don't see
And if you don't try then it won't be

So if I never made it and I had a conversation
Or a chance to sit down and talk to me as a kid
I don't know all the things that I would say or I would tell him
But I think it might go something like this

Hey, young me
You never did make it
You didn't die rich and you never got famous
The billboards didn't put your name in them lights
and you didn't make a hit off the music that you write
But, hey young me
You made a hell of an artist
The journey made it worth it from the moment that you started
You didn't need the money or a fancy car
If you went back you wouldn't change a thing at all

And I overthink everything that could be overthought
I make a big deal out pf things that are not
I spend a lot of time just wishing it would stop, yeah yeah
And everybody got a dream
Something they wanna be'
Some chase it, some don't
I guess I'm somewhere in between
So all the people that you see that made a dream come true
Was someone like me, or someone like you
And I know, even if they never hear a thing that I wrote
Every time that I did, I made gold
Every time that I did, I made gold

So if I never made it and I had a conversation
Or a chance to sit down and talk to me as a kid
I don't know all the things that I would say or I would tell him
But I think it might go something like this

Hey, young me
You never did make it
You didn't die rich and you never got famous
The billboards didn't put your name in them lights
and you didn't make a hit off the music that you write
But, hey young me
You made a hell of an artist
The journey made it worth it from the moment that you started
You didn't need the money or a fancy car
If you went back you wouldn't change a thing at all



Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Ranke
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