John Daniel - Youngyears lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm far from a king, never mind a president Never understood why they rewind my precedents And make a mess of it, I wanna see less of it Unless you got deleted scenes, credits and the Best of it Given a gift, thru words I release But I better act quick, ‘cuz God kept the receipt It's deep, I'm hands on like a front row seat At least, use the nearest sheet that's in my reach I say what I feel, a word to those needin' praise But there's no guarantee that they'll feel what you say I need some bigger doubts, never loosely defined Have me all figured out? You'll lose me in time What my loose leaf'll find, is a fool in his prime Cruel to my mind, stakes are cool, yo, I'll be fine No escapes from mistakes, but I make do The one you hate to relate to [Verse 2] They're sleepin' on me, yet they're mad at my dreams And I'm not tryna realize sh**'s as bad as it seems I mean, what's a buzz to a fiend? Above all your schemes, but the love intervenes They bank on my thoughts, I'm far from flawless I pay ‘em no mind, sorry to starve your wallets I'm all in, bet it all when the chips are down Let my fall go down as grounds for the comeback, Now Just suppose I juxtapose the f**s for foes Bestowed, next to the f**s that show Stay low, they see my guards high Like I gave John Creasy some harsh lye Pardon my – hardened eyes Only part of I that I pardon Is my martyr side, call me young Mordecai There's more to I, I can deal with the judgement I'm not above it, the hatred, you can tell I love it f** it, screaming at the top of my lungs Let the words play with each other, and the meaning will come/cum [Verse 3] Tension, I breathe it, attention, I need it When I lose my mind, I keep it right where I always leave it In these composition notepads, no position I'm a nomad You know that, that path is the scenic route f** you gonna do when the moment ceases you A syringe full of trust, I'm bingin' on lust Incisions I cut but I never needed a crutch I can prolly walk, almost got molliwhopped They feelin' themselves, musta Molly popped Stall me not, y'all soft as Haagen Dasz Facin' sun rays, yet you unphased Y'all can't uncage son's rage I'm not tryna end up front page Confront each stage, hatred stay sedated Wait to be plated, I'll be back now at the latest Spit with cadence, but I'm sick so it's contagious Guess who's back, peace to Troy Davis They know I gotta make it