Youth In Revolt by Caleborate Lyrics
You can't sit me down
You can't take me out, no
Wish I had some money just to take you out though
I woke up and I ain't feel like livin'
I feel like giving you all the look inside my life as I always do
Gotta get it perfect like it's autotune
When you chase a dream you gotta change where you walkin' to
Gotta stay hungry like you bought some food, lost it
And had to wait to get home to eat
Lately I've been writing songs late just to drink
Lately I've been thinking that I'm gonna drop the ball like DeSean Jack right before I reach my goal and everybody say "man we knew he couldn't hack it"
"He couldn't do that shit, he so cocky, and he said he would put The Bay on, but instead he just faded"
I used to look up to local legends but they never really made it
I guess I've been blessed with a story to tell
Instead of in the studio they probably want me in jail
A young black male, a black hoodie on with the tight jeans
And a microphone talkin' 'bout some nice things
Walkin' on stage like I own that mothafucka'
I be on ten like the only mothafucka' with a dime in my pocket
You can keep your two cents
[Chorus]
Hey pop can you call back?
I think I might have lost my shit
I'm in the world broke as fuck
Smokin' cigs having dreams for my old chick
I think I'm really 'bout to make it
And I ain't think that it would happen
I'm on stage with a crowd full of people
And everybody here screamin'
I just wanna get rich
I just wanna fuck your bitch
I like them J's, homie run that shit
I like that chain, homie run that shit
I just wanna get rich, homie, fuck that bitch
I just wanna get rich
I just wanna fuck your bitch
I like them J's, homie run that shit
I like that chain, homie run that shit
I just wanna get rich, homie, fuck that bitch
Get rich
I just wanna fuck your bitch
I like them J's, homie run that shit
I like that chain, homie run that shit
I just wanna get rich, homie
Yeah
You think that'll get me on the radio?
It sound ignorant enough don't it?
It sound like some shit niggas would tweet right after he talk about how black lives is important
Important, imported, everything I pour it all into my music
Take a sip and you can use it
Use it for all of the niggas who ain't see me
So when they hear me and panic 'cause they ain't never reacted to real rappin', uh
My daddy far away
Live in Atlanta, uh
My mommy in The Bay
But I ain't seen her, uh
Maybe it's because I'm focused on selling these records
Startin' a business and becoming what I hear in these songs
And I done had to cut a few people off
If they can't see your vision they can't live up in your loft
Hard to see like two africans standing in the dark
Not everybody meant to make it, man, this shit is hard
But I still got bills like Cartwright
These songs might get me out of debt and let my momma know I'm alright
Let my brother know his baby bro is not a fuck up
He just wanted dough and wanted more than a diploma
Let my daddy know I booked a show in Arizona
Got them white folks comin' out payin' they reparations
Except for Ian, man hes okay, and Max too
They black anyway, they hussle hard like they some black dudes
[Chorus]
Hey pop can you call back?
I think I might have lost my shit
I'm in the world broke as fuck
Smokin' cigs having dreams for my old chick
I think I'm really 'bout to make it
And I ain't think that it would happen
I'm on stage with a crowd full of people
And everybody here screamin'
I just wanna get rich
I just wanna fuck your bitch
I like them J's, homie run that shit
I like that chain, homie run that shit
I just wanna get rich, homie, fuck that bitch
I just wanna get rich
I just wanna fuck your bitch
I like them J's, homie, run that shit
I like that chain, homie, run that shit
I just wanna get rich, homie, fuck that bitch
Get rich
I just wanna fuck your bitch
I like them J's, homie, run that shit
I like that chain, homie, run that shit
I just wanna get rich, homie
You can't take me out, no
Wish I had some money just to take you out though
I woke up and I ain't feel like livin'
I feel like giving you all the look inside my life as I always do
Gotta get it perfect like it's autotune
When you chase a dream you gotta change where you walkin' to
Gotta stay hungry like you bought some food, lost it
And had to wait to get home to eat
Lately I've been writing songs late just to drink
Lately I've been thinking that I'm gonna drop the ball like DeSean Jack right before I reach my goal and everybody say "man we knew he couldn't hack it"
"He couldn't do that shit, he so cocky, and he said he would put The Bay on, but instead he just faded"
I used to look up to local legends but they never really made it
I guess I've been blessed with a story to tell
Instead of in the studio they probably want me in jail
A young black male, a black hoodie on with the tight jeans
And a microphone talkin' 'bout some nice things
Walkin' on stage like I own that mothafucka'
I be on ten like the only mothafucka' with a dime in my pocket
You can keep your two cents
[Chorus]
Hey pop can you call back?
I think I might have lost my shit
I'm in the world broke as fuck
Smokin' cigs having dreams for my old chick
I think I'm really 'bout to make it
And I ain't think that it would happen
I'm on stage with a crowd full of people
And everybody here screamin'
I just wanna get rich
I just wanna fuck your bitch
I like them J's, homie run that shit
I like that chain, homie run that shit
I just wanna get rich, homie, fuck that bitch
I just wanna get rich
I just wanna fuck your bitch
I like them J's, homie run that shit
I like that chain, homie run that shit
I just wanna get rich, homie, fuck that bitch
Get rich
I just wanna fuck your bitch
I like them J's, homie run that shit
I like that chain, homie run that shit
I just wanna get rich, homie
Yeah
You think that'll get me on the radio?
It sound ignorant enough don't it?
It sound like some shit niggas would tweet right after he talk about how black lives is important
Important, imported, everything I pour it all into my music
Take a sip and you can use it
Use it for all of the niggas who ain't see me
So when they hear me and panic 'cause they ain't never reacted to real rappin', uh
My daddy far away
Live in Atlanta, uh
My mommy in The Bay
But I ain't seen her, uh
Maybe it's because I'm focused on selling these records
Startin' a business and becoming what I hear in these songs
And I done had to cut a few people off
If they can't see your vision they can't live up in your loft
Hard to see like two africans standing in the dark
Not everybody meant to make it, man, this shit is hard
But I still got bills like Cartwright
These songs might get me out of debt and let my momma know I'm alright
Let my brother know his baby bro is not a fuck up
He just wanted dough and wanted more than a diploma
Let my daddy know I booked a show in Arizona
Got them white folks comin' out payin' they reparations
Except for Ian, man hes okay, and Max too
They black anyway, they hussle hard like they some black dudes
[Chorus]
Hey pop can you call back?
I think I might have lost my shit
I'm in the world broke as fuck
Smokin' cigs having dreams for my old chick
I think I'm really 'bout to make it
And I ain't think that it would happen
I'm on stage with a crowd full of people
And everybody here screamin'
I just wanna get rich
I just wanna fuck your bitch
I like them J's, homie run that shit
I like that chain, homie run that shit
I just wanna get rich, homie, fuck that bitch
I just wanna get rich
I just wanna fuck your bitch
I like them J's, homie, run that shit
I like that chain, homie, run that shit
I just wanna get rich, homie, fuck that bitch
Get rich
I just wanna fuck your bitch
I like them J's, homie, run that shit
I like that chain, homie, run that shit
I just wanna get rich, homie