I'm a bit over-emotional
The kind that makes you wonder if it's all for show
Guaranteed, my tears aren't fictional
They may end up causing me some friction, though
I don't trust any kind of instant throats
Got a player sheet underneath an overcoat
Eyes of your maybe girl's Finsta bro
It's a crime your words are like instant oats
No interest in entering the hip-hop scene
When you live on the beach, you got to keep your flip-flops clean
Some people don't get what my lyrics mean
And sometimes that's just how it's got to be
I heard that my friends are into me
But not romantically, just musically
Say "Who is he? He made that beat?
Now that's a new kind of instant C, coin, I mean
I wonder if he'll get to be
One of the people who plays TV
Somebody call Ellen, call NBC!"
I really want people to look at me
I wanted to believe that I had a purpose
Questioning myself was making music worth it?
Do I believe in things with a purpose
Hiding on islands where nothing can hurt us
I wanted to believe that I had a purpose
Questioning myself was making music worth it?
Do I believe in things with a purpose
Writing on islands where nothing can hurt us
Do you believe in a kind of truth
That can set you free from the lies of youth?
I don't believe you put two and two
Together for me just so you can vibe and groove
So pull up for me, write a story, what's the move?
I wanted to believe that I had a purpose
Questioning myself was making music worth it?
Do I believe in things with a purpose
Hiding on islands where nothing can hurt us
I wanted to believe that I had a purpose
Questioning myself was making music worth it?
Do I believe in things with a purpose
Writing on islands where nothing can hurt us
Jalon Brown - Lies of Youth Lyrics
Jalon Brown - Lies of Youth Lyrics
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I'm a bit over-emotional
The kind that makes you wonder if it's all for show
Guaranteed, my tears aren't fictional
They may end up causing me some friction, though
I don't trust any kind of instant throats
Got a player sheet underneath an overcoat
Eyes of your maybe girl's Finsta bro
It's a crime your words are like instant oats
No interest in entering the hip-hop scene
When you live on the beach, you got to keep your flip-flops clean
Some people don't get what my lyrics mean
And sometimes that's just how it's got to be
I heard that my friends are into me
But not romantically, just musically
Say "Who is he? He made that beat?
Now that's a new kind of instant C, coin, I mean
I wonder if he'll get to be
One of the people who plays TV
Somebody call Ellen, call NBC!"
I really want people to look at me
I wanted to believe that I had a purpose
Questioning myself was making music worth it?
Do I believe in things with a purpose
Hiding on islands where nothing can hurt us
I wanted to believe that I had a purpose
Questioning myself was making music worth it?
Do I believe in things with a purpose
Writing on islands where nothing can hurt us
Do you believe in a kind of truth
That can set you free from the lies of youth?
I don't believe you put two and two
Together for me just so you can vibe and groove
So pull up for me, write a story, what's the move?
I wanted to believe that I had a purpose
Questioning myself was making music worth it?
Do I believe in things with a purpose
Hiding on islands where nothing can hurt us
I wanted to believe that I had a purpose
Questioning myself was making music worth it?
Do I believe in things with a purpose
Writing on islands where nothing can hurt us
The kind that makes you wonder if it's all for show
Guaranteed, my tears aren't fictional
They may end up causing me some friction, though
I don't trust any kind of instant throats
Got a player sheet underneath an overcoat
Eyes of your maybe girl's Finsta bro
It's a crime your words are like instant oats
No interest in entering the hip-hop scene
When you live on the beach, you got to keep your flip-flops clean
Some people don't get what my lyrics mean
And sometimes that's just how it's got to be
I heard that my friends are into me
But not romantically, just musically
Say "Who is he? He made that beat?
Now that's a new kind of instant C, coin, I mean
I wonder if he'll get to be
One of the people who plays TV
Somebody call Ellen, call NBC!"
I really want people to look at me
I wanted to believe that I had a purpose
Questioning myself was making music worth it?
Do I believe in things with a purpose
Hiding on islands where nothing can hurt us
I wanted to believe that I had a purpose
Questioning myself was making music worth it?
Do I believe in things with a purpose
Writing on islands where nothing can hurt us
Do you believe in a kind of truth
That can set you free from the lies of youth?
I don't believe you put two and two
Together for me just so you can vibe and groove
So pull up for me, write a story, what's the move?
I wanted to believe that I had a purpose
Questioning myself was making music worth it?
Do I believe in things with a purpose
Hiding on islands where nothing can hurt us
I wanted to believe that I had a purpose
Questioning myself was making music worth it?
Do I believe in things with a purpose
Writing on islands where nothing can hurt us
Writer: Jalon Brown
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