Joey Bada$$ (joey Bada**) - My Youth lyrics

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Joey Bada$$ (joey Bada**) - My Youth lyrics

Badman Ting [Verse 1:] Uh, just put it in the air Light that loud and watch disappear here Thoughts at the speed of light years, I could see the light Yeah, this the right year made the flow yeah Clear and easy to steer in space and time erasing fine Amazing in the mason cliches Each day weighs out enlightenment n***as blacked out cause I got ultra violent Now my wave lengths to the radio waves Still keep it under pavements but not a ratio change My patio the same, but I ain't even got to tell them that Poppy leave them dimes at my welcome mat Get high as heavens, Hope hell never come back I'm like 5'11, but have angelic contact The devil jealous in fact, Cause I rebel the spells With a letter to God, I swear you know me so well This one time, I said lord would you help? Some short time after see my music on the shelf And of course, I gotta thank myself My wealth is in my happiness and mine And not my pocket health in it's ashes If you don't even think sometimes If it's pa**ion and relationships synchronize Drownin' inside her, true eyes is to the higher I don't drink too much, I know the bud wiser It's the livest one Bedford-Stuyvesant [Hook: x2] Yo dogs I got the load, Blow the smoke straight up to the cloud like I sky high, my sky high, Sky high, sky high [Verse 2:] One hand on the mac, one hand on my sac I'm thinking to myself what if I handed it back But I gotta hand it to myself I'm handling rap Handsome versin' that's like hand-to-hand combat Rehearsin', I got eight arms, n***a Disarm your favorite rapper he won't come back Made flex drop eight times, n***a On contact, whine that like eight times Got to keep it G, this for my masons Figure it out, eight times, the average of mind I may sign which I don't like lime light But I'll shine witcha b**h I gotta eat I might dine witcha Yeah I got bars but I'm like Akon ouwitcha Convict music for real This industry give me chills Cause in the streets I'm chill But still heating up for a mill I'm like so real Life is so surreal Sosa already got sealed for the way he revealed Taking hold of pitchforks still But I will never yield In this pitchfork [load?] thinking I gotta appeal Cause I'm thinking like a deal Could get me living swell for real But if I skyfall, thinking ideal [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Collie Buddz] Selling hellbys on CDs Gra**roots with gra**roots, seeds on civis, Five finger this con weed leaves, Exceptionally speaking determination, Breeds success and proceeds, Feds want the photos and IDs Into them blood like IVs Cause every youth, Want the newest Nikes, Straight jeans and white tees, But these things will get pricy [Hook x2] [Joey Bada$$:] And I'm gone, hitting [?] And I'm hitting the strong, I've been hurting way too long And I can't wait too long, And I'm gone, hitting [?] As I'm hitting the strong, I've been hurting way too long, I can't wait too long. I've been hurting way too long, I can't wait too long.