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A. Charles
A. Charles
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Hope the pretty girls still stop by for the summertime
Hope the pretty girls still stop by for the summertime, yeah
Hope the pretty girls still stop by for the summertime
Hope the pretty girls still stop by, by, by
But these girls aint girls no more they got mortgages and wedding rings
But these girls aint girls no more they got 401k's and pending kids
Told her look at all my nice things, come try on my rope chain, she like nah I'm good
I know you're married but you can still have fun, we have vodka on ice in my bathtub
She like nah I'm good
Met when we were 18 raged at 21, 24 now, shit changed now
Single in my mom's house, with a salary less than 20 thou (I aint going nowhere)
Thinking to myself like how the fuck I'm gonna get the hell up out this basement
Truth be told i live upstairs, but you get the point i need a new location
25 Seems so old until you're, 24
And your buddy called youth is heading for the door
And your college sweetheart doesn't call anymore
And all these new girls seem like strags, and whores
And all these new girls seem like strags, and whores
You swore, you'd be out once you turned 18
And you made these grand claims when you were 13
But you find yourself in the same damn house
Just employed part-time, at 23
That's why I gotta find out quick, that's why I gotta find out quick
That's why I gotta find out quick, while I'm still in my 20 somethings
That's why I gotta find out quick, that's why I gotta find out quick
That's why I gotta find out quick, while I'm still in my 20 somethings
While rap dreams fade real life starts appearing
And you're having nightmares about your dreams disappearing
Yeah they'll be on your laptop, and written in these notebooks
But if you never get this shit out, a piece of your soul is gonna end up crooked
Crooked, stolen, never returning, now you're 40 and your whole life is hurting
Busy,sitting,wondering if the rap shit could've ever been something
That's why I gotta find out quick, that's why I gotta find out quick
That's why I gotta find out quick, while I'm still in my 20 somethings
That's why I gotta find out quick, that's why I gotta find out quick
That's why I gotta find out quick, while I'm still in my 20 somethings
But these girls aint girls no more they got mortgages and wedding rings
But these girls aint girls no more they got 401k's and pending kids
Told her look at all my nice things, come try on my rope chain
I know you're married but you can still have fun, we have vodka on ice in my bathtub
Tell me baby girl, are you angry
Tell me baby girl, are you happy
Tell me Cosha girl, do you miss me
Tell me
Broke up when we were 22, 25 now and i still can't get over you
Mind running fast like god damn **** man up, buck up, but what am I supposed to do
Close an old book? start a new world? find a new girl? (Yeah that all sounds so good)
But all these new girls fall flat, cause they just don't feel as good
Shits fucking with my mental
New girls just feel like rentals
Cause when the parties over, i send em all back
Cause they all done fail to recreate the magic that was found in my 21st act, so
So what about marriage? got my mom saying what about marriage?
How can i think about marriage, think about a carriage
Need to find my Winnie copper, refuse to settle for average
But I'm busy roaming these streets, like a **** Ben savage
That's why I gotta find out quick, that's why I gotta find out quick
Excuse me if my smile is masked by tears, these are my wonder years
That's why I gotta find out quick, that's why I gotta find out quick
Excuse me if my smile is masked by tears, these are my wonder years
Tell me baby girl, are you angry
Tell me baby girl, are you happy
Tell me Cosha girl, do you miss me
Tell me
These are my wonder years right, these are my wonder years
Twenty five now, maybe I should shut up
These are my wonder years right, these are my wonder years
Twenty five now, maybe I should grow up
These are my wonder years right, these are my wonder years
Twenty five now, maybe I should shut up
These are my wonder years right, these are my wonder years
Twenty five now, maybe I should grow up
Written by: A. Charles
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