Juvenile

Juvenile, I'm turning 40 sparking off a riot
While live keeps boring me I feel like Wyatt Earp in the open field
Just waiting for pursuers
Shoot me in the back!

Juvenile, my heart keeps bleeding on the inside
With every chance I get to feel alive
Distructive forces for my bee-hive in the winter
Sting me in the back!

Stranger things will happen to you, my friend
If everything goes well, you might understand
You try to please and play with your favorite band until the very end of ends
You had the world, we had the village
You had the world

Juvenile, I'm going big before I go home
My walking stick performance Broadway show
This kind of music makes you die a little slower
Slower than in real time

Juvenile, your backbone's bony but your will is great
Your profile's phony so you will escape
The trap they set for you is waiting for the moment
Waiting for its day to come

Juvenile, I'm getting touched by every moonlight
Your causing chaos in a street fight
The bullies came for you calling out your name
Calling for a third chance

Juvenile, you heard the scream of an abandoned child
A lucid dream you enjoyed all the while
And now it seems as all the years go by
You're just living to die

Stranger things will happen to you, my friend
If everything goes well, you might understand
You try to please and play with your favorite band until the very end of ends

You had the world, we had the village You had the world, we had the village
You had the world, we had the village You had the world, we had the village
You had the world, we had the village You had the world, we had the village
You had the world, we had the village You had the world, we had the village



Credits
Writer(s): Mario Schelbert
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