For me to finally bring you flowers Look what it took I should have took you dancing A little candlelight romancing, with roses But I was high up on a bar stool Yeah, I was such a blind fool Now I know it You won't believe how much I've changed since you

Too much ice, too much ice, too much ice on me, ooh (ooh) Too much ice, too much ice, too much ice on me, bitch (chyeah, brr, ooh) I'm the youngest flexer out here, sure you've heard 'bout me, ooh (chyeah, chyeah, chyeah) Bentley coupe, drop top coupe,

I'm calling you up, you tell me it's over Yeah, it's hard when you're young You say what you want, but it's hard when you're young We both know I go too far like when I wrecked your car And almost fought your father when he pushed me in the yard And all

What I'd give just to get a little bit back now Yeah, we fell in just as fast as we fell out We were too young to settle down and a big love in a small town In a small town, yeah We had big love in a small town In a small town Yeah, we were sixteen and

We gotta get out of this place If it's the last thing we ever do Now my girl you're so young and pretty Watch my daddy in bed a-dyin' He's been workin' and slavin' his life away (Yeah!) I've been workin' too, baby (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!) Girl, there's

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

And you're a rocket queen I might be a little young but honey I ain't naive Here I am and you're a rocket queen oh yeah I might be too much But honey you're a bit obscene I've seen everything imaginable Pass before these eyes I've had everything that's

Don't kid yourself And don't fool yourself This love's too good last And I'm too old to dream, yeah Don't grow up too fast And don't embrace the past This life's too good to last And I'm too young to care This life could be the last

I wonder, laying in my bed Am I still too young, am I still too young? And I hold back, thoughts running through my head Did I fuck it up, did I fuck it up? Buccaneers of rugged gear, nigga fuck a fear One, just year one, I've been thuggin' here, yeah

Who's gonna take me home? Well, I can't drive, I can't walk And I'm a little too high to crawl I'll hold up this wall Till I come down or the room stops spinnin' Yeah, who's gonna take me home? Bartender's sittin'' them shots on the bar Those last two