Stinky Pete - Too Young (feat. Jayrich)

(Uhh)
I'm too young to feel like this I wanna fly
I just look into the sky and wonder why? (Uhh)
All the good one's gotta die
I just pour it back fours up, feeling right
(Aye, aye)
Sippin' sprite, baby what's in sight?
In my mind, I be fucked up right
Every night, lil baby hit the pipe
(Aye) Speakers banging and sending shit through your spine
(Aye) Oh yeah the devil he been calling he been blowing up my line
I couldn't answer, I been driving an swerving outside the line
I'm going blind (Uhh)
Can't make my mind up
I had to call him back cause I ain't got the time (Uhh)
Now I've been drinking on the Yeager feelin too fucked up to rhyme
I've been so deep in the dirt that I be smoking all the time
I just had found my light
I can't sit back and hide
I'll go way back in time
Cause baby, life's such a ride
(All the bitches, on the bleachers, throw your hands in the air)
(Yeah, All the lighters, all the titties, all the dollars, don't care)
(All the bitches, on the bleachers, throw your hands in the air)
(Yeah, All the lighters, all the titties, all the dollars, don't care)
I'm too young to feel like this I wanna fly
I just look into the sky and wonder why? (Uhh)
All the good one's gotta die
I just pour it back fours up, feeling right (Aye, aye)
Sippin' sprite, baby what's in sight?
In my mind, I be fucked up right
Every night, lil baby hit the pipe
(Aye) Speakers banging and sending shit through your spine
I wonder why?
I want your wife
Just for the night
I'll change her life
You hate me right
But satisfied
Fuck her through the night, I'm gone by the light
All about the money, fuck these hoes
Walking through the club, I'm fucking throwed
Spending money but I get some mo'
I can't feel my body, she feelin on my body
Pull up to her crib, I'll fuck her for a hobby
She sniffing up that clean, but her head is very sloppy
You gave that bitch a ring, but she looking like Dobby
She looking very sloppy
You see how I'm living, now I see you trynna copy
Bitches at the crib yeah, you know they wanna top me
Money on my line, yeah these snakes will never stop me (Nahh)
(Uhh)
I'm too young to feel like this I wanna fly
I just look into the sky and wonder why? (Uhh)
All the good one's gotta die
I just pour it back fours up, feeling right
(Aye, aye)
Sippin' sprite, baby what's in sight?
In my mind, I be fucked up right
Every night, lil baby hit the pipe
(Aye) Speakers banging and sending shit through your spine

Written by:
Gavin Bordelon, James Rich

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