For my brothers with daughters, I call this Not sayin' that our sons are less important For my brothers with daughters I saw my daughter send a letter to some boy her age Who locked up, first I regretted it then caught my rage, like How could I not

I'm so, caught up But it seems she's got me twisted Got me feelin' it, caught up I don't know what it is I'm losin' control Really feelin' it, caught up This girl was mean She really turned me out My homies say this girl is crampin' my style

(Let him go) Bismillah! We will not let you go (Let me go) Will not let you go Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

Young, young dumb and broke Yadadadadadadada Young dumb broke high school kids Yadadadadadada But we still got love to give While we're young dumb I'm so high at the moment I'm so caught up in this

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide No escape from reality Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go A little high, little low

They spun a web for me Oh no I see And ah well if I ever caused you trouble A spider web it's tangled up with me And I lost my head And thought of all the stupid things I said Oh no what's this A spider web and I'm caught in the middle So I turned to run