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letra de oh my - featherweights

oh, my, my, my ain’t the youth growing up?
reminiscing on your childhood goes smooth with the blunt
wishing we could stay younger a little longer
wishing we could stay younger a little longer

oh, my, my, my ain’t the youth growing up?
reminiscing on your childhood goes smooth with the blunt
wishing we could stay younger a little longer
at moments i really wonder how long we’ll wander

hmm. past twenty six
many men will take a chance and plenty miss
or had a hit, but benefits ain’t fairly split
ain’t that a b-tch. they went from rich to penniless
forced to live with the pain like a m-s-ch-st. oo!
won’t you listen ‘stead of questioning our intelligence
we pay attention to the details like an -n-lyst
now what’s a flashy wrist if you can buy a place of residence
put some on the side. enough to feed your parents with
get yourself a good partner. no friend with benefits
learn to understand marriage and how to cherish it
money, hoe’s, clout chasing. that’s an embarrassment
so please, tell them kids something relevant instead of this

oh, my, my, my ain’t the youth growing up?
reminiscing on your childhood goes smooth with the blunt
wishing we could stay younger a little longer
wishing we could stay younger a little longer
oh, my, my, my ain’t the youth growing up?
reminiscing on your childhood goes smooth with the blunt
wishing we could stay younger a little longer
wishing we could stay younger a little longer

oh my my i’m in the booth with the cup
and it’s filled with the wine that i consume when i’m stuck
wishing i could paint in numbers of different colors
wish i could maintain this hunger until i’m under. hmm
when the boy was six he wanted to be like michael jackson
a few years later his interests in rapping grew
as wisconsin fast plants do.or bamboo
stepped into the room like what’s happenin’ fools?
he was round ten by then. writing hooks with a pen by then
born in the netherlands and sang it like an american
further, on the road of his life in middle school
the gymnasium locker room. spitting along to pac his tune: “changes”
changed him. got ’em into studio bas-m-nts and attics
blunt addicts with variable drug habits all up in the setting
he didn’t have it back then, but i guess his innocence abandoned with the years passing

hold up, hold up! it’s aight though. i’m proud of your grown ass. look at you now!

oh, my, my, my ain’t the youth growing up?
reminiscing on your childhood goes smooth with the blunt
wishing we could stay younger a little longer
wishing we could stay younger a little longer

- featherweights

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