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WONDER YEARS Video (MV)




Performed By: Kyle G featuring Gerardo Balza
Language: English
Length: 4:02
Written by: Kyle Garahana




Kyle G featuring Gerardo Balza - WONDER YEARS Lyrics




Go back in the house
On my shit again
Bring the jimmies out
F*ck this beat I'm on
Probably only late night text
When I'm vexed or be needing sex or an apparatus to skeet upon
Got a one track mind can't get through one line
Without a girls behind or something sexual
Calm down ya'll
Just a metaphor
I can still spit from the ventricle
Like when I fell for a dime no Steve Nash
Every time we catch up find a way to speed past
Got me in my feelings like a Marley track
Waiting on a date to make my heart beat fast
Or a hard knee slap from a bar meet fad
Hope floating in my cerebellum hardly lasts
Invest in myself an watch the stock meet crash
Road rash from my past I could hardly pass

I could piece together thoughts not a visual
Skip church
Still spiritual
Walk around town to the eyes judging
Speak on the mic and get they're minds buggin'
Don't trip I ain't glance at your bitch got an ass that even yoga pants can't fix
Don't trip I ain't glance at your bitch got an ass that even yoga pants can't fix
Fall back, Lebron James hairline
Call back on strike can't spare time
On task with the rap and a tap to the window on the glass
Hidden in between your bare mind
K to the G can't erase me
And I'm plain to see in a plain white tee
And a dame might be entertain like three if my aim right
F*cking with yo brain on the late night

Old school, new school, don't care, shits' nice
Promoter on my shoulder skating thin ice
Words drip like a FEMA lead strike
I'm a hermit til' that liquor inside
Old school, new school, don't care, shits' nice
Promoter on my shoulder skating thin ice
Words drip like a FEMA lead strike
I'm a hermit til' that liquor inside

I came out swinging in my wonder years
Talk shit save expressions like a souvenir
Adolescence filled with lessons I ain't commandeer
Backwards steppin'
Undress woman
Sundress rhythm
Blunt head spinnin'
Treat a beat session like a love confession now
Here's a concept that works
Poor my hear out see which emerge
But no matter how they matter it was batter after batter
Couldn't tell you who was hitting clean up or the latter
But I do say booties today got me like bath salts
Reptile venom spiting mask off
Bout to blast off in my dad socks
To the hating I'm elastic

Old school, new school, don't care, shits' nice
Promoter on my shoulder skating thin ice
Words drip like a FEMA lead strike
I'm a hermit til' that liquor inside
Old school, new school, don't care, shits' nice
Promoter on my shoulder skating thin ice
Words drip like a FEMA lead strike
I'm a hermit til' that liquor inside

As the world turns I learned life's a bitch
No matter how you spin it from A to Z-trip
Blatantly if you claim to be sick
I'm rocking a SARS mask and never sharing a sip
On ya man's dick
On ya man's man's dick damn quick damn bitch
I brush it off my shoulders like dandruff
And we all been there
Soaking through the payola
Pushing through the hangover
And we all been there
Trying shift gears while you ashing a blunt
It's the first of the month and the thirst is enough to disperse
Or reverse a new version of ya
Probable cuz' I ride dirty as a broke stripper g-string just me thing you's weakling
Even pricks feel me like a bee sting
Back of the class teeth looking like some green tea
Let me air out all the static
I seed the leaves breathe automatic
And feed these needs til I Colin Kap it
I call it rappin'
Some call it trappin'
I ain't really caught up in the baller fashion
And there ain't nothing wrong breathing life to action
The law of attraction
Clandestine your passion
You don't wanna wake up rich then stop asking
Little bitch

Old school, new school, don't care, shits' nice
Promoter on my shoulder skating thin ice
Words drip like a FEMA lead strike
I'm a hermit til' that liquor inside
Old school, new school, don't care, shits' nice
Promoter on my shoulder skating thin ice
Words drip like a FEMA lead strike
I'm a hermit til' that liquor inside
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English

Go back in the house
On my shit again
Bring the jimmies out
F*ck this beat I'm on
Probably only late night text
When I'm vexed or be needing sex or an apparatus to skeet upon
Got a one track mind can't get through one line
Without a girls behind or something sexual
Calm down ya'll
Just a metaphor
I can still spit from the ventricle
Like when I fell for a dime no Steve Nash
Every time we catch up find a way to speed past
Got me in my feelings like a Marley track
Waiting on a date to make my heart beat fast
Or a hard knee slap from a bar meet fad
Hope floating in my cerebellum hardly lasts
Invest in myself an watch the stock meet crash
Road rash from my past I could hardly pass

I could piece together thoughts not a visual
Skip church
Still spiritual
Walk around town to the eyes judging
Speak on the mic and get they're minds buggin'
Don't trip I ain't glance at your bitch got an ass that even yoga pants can't fix
Don't trip I ain't glance at your bitch got an ass that even yoga pants can't fix
Fall back, Lebron James hairline
Call back on strike can't spare time
On task with the rap and a tap to the window on the glass
Hidden in between your bare mind
K to the G can't erase me
And I'm plain to see in a plain white tee
And a dame might be entertain like three if my aim right
F*cking with yo brain on the late night

Old school, new school, don't care, shits' nice
Promoter on my shoulder skating thin ice
Words drip like a FEMA lead strike
I'm a hermit til' that liquor inside
Old school, new school, don't care, shits' nice
Promoter on my shoulder skating thin ice
Words drip like a FEMA lead strike
I'm a hermit til' that liquor inside

I came out swinging in my wonder years
Talk shit save expressions like a souvenir
Adolescence filled with lessons I ain't commandeer
Backwards steppin'
Undress woman
Sundress rhythm
Blunt head spinnin'
Treat a beat session like a love confession now
Here's a concept that works
Poor my hear out see which emerge
But no matter how they matter it was batter after batter
Couldn't tell you who was hitting clean up or the latter
But I do say booties today got me like bath salts
Reptile venom spiting mask off
Bout to blast off in my dad socks
To the hating I'm elastic

Old school, new school, don't care, shits' nice
Promoter on my shoulder skating thin ice
Words drip like a FEMA lead strike
I'm a hermit til' that liquor inside
Old school, new school, don't care, shits' nice
Promoter on my shoulder skating thin ice
Words drip like a FEMA lead strike
I'm a hermit til' that liquor inside

As the world turns I learned life's a bitch
No matter how you spin it from A to Z-trip
Blatantly if you claim to be sick
I'm rocking a SARS mask and never sharing a sip
On ya man's dick
On ya man's man's dick damn quick damn bitch
I brush it off my shoulders like dandruff
And we all been there
Soaking through the payola
Pushing through the hangover
And we all been there
Trying shift gears while you ashing a blunt
It's the first of the month and the thirst is enough to disperse
Or reverse a new version of ya
Probable cuz' I ride dirty as a broke stripper g-string just me thing you's weakling
Even pricks feel me like a bee sting
Back of the class teeth looking like some green tea
Let me air out all the static
I seed the leaves breathe automatic
And feed these needs til I Colin Kap it
I call it rappin'
Some call it trappin'
I ain't really caught up in the baller fashion
And there ain't nothing wrong breathing life to action
The law of attraction
Clandestine your passion
You don't wanna wake up rich then stop asking
Little bitch

Old school, new school, don't care, shits' nice
Promoter on my shoulder skating thin ice
Words drip like a FEMA lead strike
I'm a hermit til' that liquor inside
Old school, new school, don't care, shits' nice
Promoter on my shoulder skating thin ice
Words drip like a FEMA lead strike
I'm a hermit til' that liquor inside
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Writer: Kyle Garahana
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