Recycled Youth

Recycled Youth (Explicit) - Call Me Karizma

Composed by：Morgan Francis Parriott/David Andrew Pramik

Don't know what I want but now I know where it went wrong

I am doomed me in my room yuh

Hate this stupid song but I grew up to sing along

I am you recycled youth

Calling out to all the kids

Sick of being tolerant

Whose parents weren't involved and

Always fed them empty promises

From elementary halls

To everyone who's off at colleges

I'm writing you this song

And I'ma start with this

I remember little Stacy getting hated

'Cause of all the boys she dated

Daddy wasn't home

He's stationed fighting in a war he hated

Mommy's getting bored of waiting

So she finds a boy replacement

Stacy meet your father

Then we wonder why she's so impatient

Another kid who's mother hid him under all the covers

'Cause her husband tends to get too drunk

And sometimes he would push her

Now his papa was a trucker

He was fighting for her custody

Oh and for their son well

We can guess how he grew up to be

Don't know what I want but now I know where it went wrong

I am doomed me in my room yuh

Hate this stupid song but I grew up to sing along

I am you recycled youth

I'm not a prophet

Exhausted from walking

The same f**kin' path that my mom did

I love her but god I can't watch myself

Hop in a coffin because of the problems

She got in

I don't owe the planet a sorry for having my guard up

And watching my back from your stabbing

I'm actually glad that you're mad

I'm a nuisance I speak for the kids that I help with my music

Let's do this

Don't know what I want but now I know where it went wrong

I am doomed me in my room yuh

Hate this stupid song but I grew up to sing along

I am you recycled youth

Recycled youth

Recycled youth

Recycled youth hell

Recycled youth yeah