They say these songs ain't the style no more But when these kids go wild, man I ain't so sure
They told me live within your means kid I don't know what that means man, I dream big All day, I got these scenes where we light the night up like gasoline Turning average into magic like a pocket full of beans And it seems so simple But when I turn the windows of my soul out the window Point 'em at my kinfolk Everywhere these people missed the point like an in-joke And that first world limbo, got my man smoking Indo So I apologise, ain't nothing for keeps within this modern life Baby hate the mirror, get her pretty face all modified And I wish that I could change it love But ain't nobody plans this stuff
But it's gonna be alright, I'm crystal balling Don't worry about that shit, we'll work it out in the morning Get your last call in, we coming around We doing it up man, we locking it down
And all the people say la-da-da-da
Product of my context, alleyways, longnecks Six in the taxi, got the backseat like a concert We pile out talking loud on some nonsense With two shots for the ones with something heavy on their conscience Lifestyles of the hip and aimless Break-up tunes and debuts taking up the playlist Rap songs from NY, parents say I'm Gen Y Meaning I'm new school, hell yeah you dead right But you can't clay pigeonhole me man, I'm shooting for the stars Putting truth into these bars, making music from these scars So you can't put it down to just painting the town That's why we get high, to make sense of the ride So when I show up, show up, I know they don't really get it Saying grow up, grow up, man I already did it So we writing this manual one day at time We gonna have ourselves one hell of a ride
And all the people say la-da-da-daTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
