54 lyrics for "And I was so young (so young)"

Fuck is you talking 'bout? Bitch you offending me I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it's chemistry I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me Fuck 'round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin' I usually don't bet
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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
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"And be a simple kind of man Baby be a simple kind of man And you can do this, oh baby, if you try Mama told me, when I was young "Said sit beside me, my only son And listen closely, to what I say And if you do this, it will help you some sunny day" Oh
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I've got money now There is no prize When I was a young buck I tried to be liked by I tried so hard to be funny and nice I tried so hard to be sugar and spice
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I do and I don't, well I do and I don't, oh yeah Everything they said about everything Was a coming undone it's a life supreme Feasting on the flowers so fast and young It's a light so bright that I bite my tongue The next dimension, show me in Like she
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That deaf dumb and blind kid Sure plays a mean pin ball! Ever since I was a young boy, I've played the silver ball. From Soho down to Brighton I must have played them all. But I ain't seen nothing like him In any amusement hall He stands like a statue,
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Time never wasted and love never lost These young niggas too real (too real) Kill, kill, kill, got a flip list Time never wasted and love never lost (forgiving) Talent done took me places never been You don't know why, why, you love me so much You never
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And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45 Swimming through the ashes of another life No real reason to accept the way things have changed Staring down the barrel of a 45 What ever happened to the young man's heart? Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell
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My daddy had a Pontiac on the beiger side of yellow He was a young man then and I was a little fella I'd play in that bench back seat and listen to the songs get sung He couldn't carry a tune in a bucket but he'd sing at the top of his lungs Carry On My
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