young white guy Lyrics

I'm a young white guy

And I know my time

As an old white guy

Gonna come right by

Gonna take my pride

I'mma raise my child

And they'll have a hot mama

And a face like mine

But I still got time

To expand my mind

'Fore I plan my life

It'll pan out nice

If it don't, alright

'Least I'm doin' alright

Right now, anyhow

Never cold at night

Right now I can be choosy

I ain't other dudes, see

If I want a beat I make a beat and I use it

Fuck it, I abuse it

Put it on the news shit

Give a fucking beating to the beat of my choosing

Uh

This the shit you barely call music

Huh

Prolly isn't part of your roots

But it's what the kids do

And you were a kid too

You were bumpin' hard rock like it wasn't this too

Like sorry if this isn't what you wanted

I just feel like I been on it

Could be worse like let's be honest

I don't talk about how I been

On the streets like

Everyone in every feature

That they're on

They're talking lean

Like it's a party, have a beer man

Maybe go viral

Maybe ten views

Maybe get an eyerool

Maybe get huge

But I had a good time

With a couple good lines

And a couple good laughs

Looking down at these fools

And take a look at who your

Talking to dude

Talking kinda cocky

Something I can do dude

When I wake up at

The cocka doodle do

Man Im ready to get walking

Where I'm walking to dude

I'm a young white guy

And I know my time

As an old white guy

Gonna come right by

Gonna take my pride

I'mma raise my child

And they'll have a hot mama

And a face like mine

But I still got time

To expand my mind

'Fore I plan my life

It'll pan out nice

If it don't, alright

'Least I'm doin' alright

Right now, anyhow

Never cold at night

Feel like my hands are tied

Feel like I'm living in another man's life

Feel like I never got my chance to fight

Feel like I'm Sisyphus

I'm walking up a precipice

I got too many misses

I won't miss this time

I'on feel like holding back my first this time

I know it's my third fourth fifth or sixth time

But I just realized

The lines on the road are just lines

Feel like my hands are tied

Feel like I'm living in another man's life

Feel like I never got my chance to fight

Feel like I'm Sisyphus

I'm walking up a precipice

I got too many misses

I won't miss this time

I'on feel like holding back my first this time

I know it's my third fourth fifth or sixth time

But I just realized

The lines on the road are just lines

Might have to be that guy

Might have to be that guy

I'm a young white guy

And I know my time

As an old white guy

Gonna come right by

Gonna take my pride

I'mma raise my child

And they'll have a hot mama

And a face like mine

But I still got time

To expand my mind

'Fore I plan my life

It'll pan out nice

If it don't, alright

'Least I'm doin' alright

Right now, anyhow

Never cold at night