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letra de of age - lowtyde

[verse 1]
tell me where it is you see yourself…
in 20 years
it’s one of the harder questions
i’m living inside in the here
(distracted by future references…)
chugging henney and beer
a side of the sticky icky
just hoping my conscience clear (out)
in reality i’m a f-cking mess
blah blah blah i said this sh-t
before i just gotta stress
at florida atlantic
missing cl-sses, never miss a sesh
young but i’m depressed
(i get high to surf the internet)

ultimate nostalgia thinking back to
little tyler smith
filled with good intentions
dreaming bigger than this life i live
sh-t was lookin’ right
at the time i was turning 5 or 6
dreams and old desires expire
cause they just came and went

[verse 2]
i’m talking childhood sh-t…
not a care that’s on my mental
not a doubt, i insist
i coulda been the president
or made it straight to the league
play the 1 or 2 position
start on somebody team
would been a lotto pick
and signed a deal for some green
nba inside the bio
on my mysp-ce page…
add a playlist to my layout, then i right click save
looking forward to the present
when i p-ssed fifth grade…

had the innocent ambition
always knew i would be winning
growin up ya never driven
by the salary made
young as h-ll with good intentions
ignorant about the future
cause n-body ever mentioned how
(the fantasies fade away)

[breakdown]
(growing up can be a)
ooooooooooooh
(it’s a challenge)
living life on tipping scales
(find your balance)
pokémon and dragontales
(count it)
hopping ’round from school to school
(broward county)
biacth!

check me out look

[verse 3]
the genuine expression
of the youth
cannot be matched
the happiness in the ignorance
that we no longer have
since they was teaching
me penmanship and how to add in math
they was asking about my future
ideas that i hadn’t planned

i wanted to be a doctor
i wanted to live in peace
they told me it wasn’t possible
unless i had degrees…
and college the only option
if i was seeking the cheese
which put me inside a box
to a label
(i couldn’t squeeze in my psyche)

scuffs on my nikes, could prolly afford a label
if i was given just a dollar
whenever i’m asked my major
this wasn’t what i envisioned
doing homework at the table
middle school, age 11

the struggles of adolescence ahhhhhh

- lowtyde

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