Youth

(I know how you feel, is this the end?)

Open the door, pull up on court then you know Ima score, wet
Your girl I adore, she knows all my songs, put your face on the floor, jet
I know how you feel, is this the end?

You can't hurt her cause' she's the best then she's the worst
Then I pull up at the funeral, but I'm in the hearse
It's funny how they never talk bout' the youth
The one that's in pain, the one in the booth
The clown in her, the clown in me
The question I've been asking is how you sleep
Paralyzed for a thousand weeks
I know you wanna riot but let me speak again

Open the door, pull up on court then you know Ima score, wet
Your girl I adore, she knows all my songs, put your face on the floor, jet
I know how you feel, is this the end? (Is this the end?)

Open the door, pull up on court then you know Ima score, wet
Your girl I adore, she knows all my songs, put your face on the floor, jet
I know how you feel, is this the end? (Is this the end?)