Brothers From Another - Blame It on My Youth lyrics
rate meIf I ever need excuse, to blame that on my troops
I’ll be breaking all the rules, can blame that on my youth!
Born in ’92 and shit to tell the troop
You tell me what to do, and I’m probably justifying
Like what a fuck you mean? Fuck the means, you’re the ends, justify!
Girlfriend, you’re the flyest, life is like a bitch
Well, bitch, we’re kicking on an ally
Sitting down on cobbled ...
And we got problems, and that’s why we got tomorrow
Other rappers banging, me, I got bangs
Like you know the homie macho, rapping for the gang,
But I swear, I’ll be a .. on the kick, I’ll never play!
Made hot shit mixtapes in basements
It’s black and I’m not, guess it’s tape mixed
Hire a couple chicks to kick it and tape things
To show my grandkids that I really wasn’t shit!
I swear that we’re the shit (we’re the shit!)
Hook:
Rolling with the troops, we’ll be breaking all the rules
You can blame it on my youth, you can blame it on my youth!
Born in ’92 and shit to tell the truth
Don’t tell me what to do,
You can blame it on my youth, you can blame it on my
Ta-ta-ta-ta la la la
Mr. Count Money, I’m the new guy!
Mr. Never Try Hard cause I’m too fly
I Mr. Break Rules, Mr. Make Too
Mr. I Will Blame It on My Youth.
I ain’t waiting no more like I used to (psyche!)
Procrastination king, and some true blues (I tried!)
But they all think I’m fly, man, I just can’t choose with that
Well, you can blame it on my shoes,
Like it’s gotta be the shoes, It’s gotta be the shoes!
My G super tight, so now we’re super good.
Super ... my bandz out, ...with a ring pop
Been scared of what will happen,
Talk this shit, girl, I’m rapping
Like, shit! It’s the best day of my life,
I’mma do this shit right, so I’mma do this shit right all night, yeah
Your BFF got the juice
Drinking Moscow Mule, just blame it on my youth.
Hook:
Rolling with the troops, we’ll be breaking all the rules
You can blame it on my youth, you can blame it on my youth!
Born in ’92 and shit to tell the truth
Don’t tell me what to do,
You can blame it on my youth, you can blame it on my
Ta-ta-ta-ta la la la
Might just retire, get her home in Key West
I keep doing shows till I miss all these key sweat,
No sweat, on that!
Baby girl, when I’m shooting, tell her I’ll be home that soon,
But for now baby, I’m whooping.
Said that I’ll be acting like an hour,
Two hours later and haven’t even showered
Boy, you’re coming at me getting mad?
All that attitude, girl, I got a good excuse
You can blame it on my youth, blame it on my troops,
You can blame it on my crew.
