I'm too young to be this jaded

I'm too old to be this mad

Make mistakes, and get frustrated

I'm too young to be this sad

I'm too young to be this jaded

I'm too old to be this mad

Make mistakes, and get frustrated

I'm too young to be this sad

One a minimum, three more hoes

Got no time, you're talking loads

Three girl, that's slade compose

Man, in the green room after the show

And I didn't vote, but I came so close

What a man, more ten-three, need you, bro

Just leave me, just leave me alone

Me and my ten-ten

Party four and my chats got played

Between rounds of Pac and Drake

Saw a man with his lamb on his bone, like, whoa

He's standing in front of him, mate

Get paid, for a little appearance, just show my face

Might bless the stage, Spyquake 16 on Wheelhouse came

Team gets burst on, man, the biggest face on Slappin' Gram

And they call us Burnout Gang

The loudest sound they've heard on land

We don't steal from no one round here

We don't play with no one, man

And if you hear us play it on radio, it ain't us, we're banned

Come with the heat, tan (I'm too young)

Yeah, the track's so heat, it bangs (to be this jaded)

We don't talk about no one here (I'm too old)

'Cause it might end up, 'bout some way scammed (to be this mad)

When they saw those teeth, they ran, (I'm too young)

Might leave our mark, might leave our brand (to be this jaded)

But the switch ain't true, (I'm too old)

We won't leave our bros, won't leave our gang (to be this sad)

I'm too young to be this jaded

I'm too old to be this mad

Make mistakes and get frustrated

I'm too young to be this sad