ฟังเพลงYoung N Dumb (Clean)

Young N Dumb (Clean) - Polo G

Lyrics by：Taurus Bartlett/Joshua Howard Luellen/Moritz Pomp/Simon Drab

Composed by：Taurus Bartlett/Joshua Howard Luellen/Moritz Pomp/Simon Drab

We was out here gangbangin'

Now I'm posted on the block my chain swingin'

Oh to be young and dumb

Don't believe in 1 on 1's

30 clip the AR and we love them drums

From where n***as die gotta be smart and keep you a gun

My homie died heard his momma cry R.I.P. to her son

Wasn't on point he ain't be alive he ain't get to run

Livin' everyday hopin' we survive this the life of the slum

In that black hearse took his last ride in the dirt now he done

So much goin' on I can't feel a thing I think that I'm numb

Pay attention to detail made a million off my e-mail

Out in Malibu steppin' on seashells

But it could be a Glock 23 shell

Was stuck in the hood but I prevailed

Where I come from we don't see Yale

Block baby I'm a trap scholar

I really studied them streets well

Eyeball the work we don't need scales

I got baking soda on resale

He'll do anything not to see jail

No respect if he act like a female

He really a b***h uh I gave my glizzy a switch

Four seconds we empty a stick

Bro just like Curry he really don't miss

Oh to be young and dumb

Don't believe in 1 on 1's

30 clip the AR and we love them drums

From where n***as die gotta be smart and keep you a gun

My homie died heard his momma cry R.I.P. to her son

Wasn't on point he ain't be alive he ain't get to run

Livin' everyday hopin' we survive it's the life of the slum

In that black hearse took his last ride in the dirt now he done

So much goin' on I can't feel a thing I think that I'm numb

Society got too many distractions

Every problem don't need a reaction

Toughest n***as they be in the past tense

Even though kept his heat he was lackin'

Lost his homie he seen this s**t happen

Knee deep in that beef it was crackin'

All this trauma increasin' the damage

Hot s**t with 'em demons attractin'

This s**t'll leave you writin' love letters from a county cell

How you fight in your sleep 'cause you haunted from soul odors

That everybody smell

Face to face with the devil

And he got control on him 'cause he know him well

He just hopin' the Lord gon' give him another chance before he go to hell

Oh to be young and dumb

Don't believe in 1 on 1's

30 clip the AR and we love them drums

From where n***as die gotta be smart and keep you a gun

My homie died heard his momma cry R.I.P. to her son

Wasn't on point he ain't be alive he ain't get to run

Livin' everyday hopin' we survive it's the life of the slum

In that black hearse took his last ride in the dirt now he done

So much goin' on I can't feel a thing I think that I'm numb