I put the rage in a river, roll in a thunder But you kept me from going under When that current got too heavy I always thought I'd be a heap of metal And a cloud of smoke, foot stuck to the pedal Sold for parts like a junkyard rusted-out Chevy Fear I've

I don't wanna die too young, too young, too young Counting bands, hallelujah, 'lujah, 'lujah I've been grindin' way too long, too long, too long I don't wanna die too young Yeah, too young, yeah, too young Came up, don't know, I just keep going with the

The day I die, the day I die Where will we be? I don't need you, I don't need you Besides I barely ever see you anymore And when I do it feels like you're only halfway there Young mothers love me even ghosts of Girlfriends call from Cleveland They will

Beast mode (yeah) Go beast mode Ballin' so hard, yeah they think I got the cheat code (huh) I got the cheat code Spent two bands on some mothafuckin' jeans hoe Those is Mike Amiri jeans though Yeah, bad little bitch, yeah she came from Puerto Rico Yeah,

Born with a broken heart Burnin' like a shootin' star Oh, why do the good die young Playin' on that sad guitar Up from the ashes, out of the flames Keeps gettin' stronger, like a slow rollin' train Watch it run Off in the distance, it was callin' my name

When I was young Pain more painful Laughter much louder Yeah, when I was young The rooms were so much colder then My father was a soldier then And times were very hard I smoked my first cigarette at ten And for girls, I had a bad yen

Maybe that's how it's supposed to be Maybe that's how it’s supposed to be But maybe that's how it's supposed to be I think I'll die young With all my broken dreams I've got it figured out This is the golden key Everything is how it's supposed to be

Cry agony, cry agony Try honesty, try honesty Take on the whole world, fight with the young girls Die tragedy, die tragedy Hop in your dump truck, reverse for good luck Ride over me, ride over me Call me a cheapskate, come on for Pete's sake Forgive me

Girl, you're gonna hurt somebody Make somebody bleed Yeah, you're gonna hurt somebody God, I hope it's me And God, I hope it's me Well, you ain't that old but you ain't that young You've lived a life but you ain't quite done All eyes on you everywhere

The way she moves me probably gonna die young Oh my, I'm gonna die, send my soul to the by and by I can't breathe, I'm gonna be pushin' up a daisy 'fore the old gets me She's so fine, matter of time, sooner than later gonna flat line Hot little angel's