Oscar Blesson - Young Wave God lyrics
[Oscar Blesson - Young Wave God lyrics]
Touchdown Oslo City
H-town burbs, living life on the curb
Whatever you prefer i was no one to refer to
And that shit can really hurt you
Young yin yang with no one to look up to
But who would I be today
That shit kept me straight
Old school paved the way for my day ones
I'm talking talking shit in the hallways
All day kicking ball from dust to dawn
Knock on doors then run away
Played Pokémon and T-Pain through
The speaker phone it all shaped my childhood
Ever lasting batteries on cells
Never called a homie yeah you
Had to ring his bell
Now the playgrounds vacant
The App Store's caking
90's babies wasting time reminiscing
That hashtag TBT
Great memories from the memory card
It's all saved but we off that
Checkpoints getting tighter and the
Autosave is on
Everything is on our phone, damn
You caught that?
I guess times have changed in the city
But I'll remain the same for my fucking city
Straight up
You can put your money on me
Put your money on me
We about to take it real far
It's the young wave god, uh
Please don't tell me what I'm
Not capable of doing
But you foolin, but you foolin
Got that shit covered for real
In this kill or be killed
Visions be passing the ceiling
Represent the voice of the unheard
Yearn to live out your visions right
NERD's, andré 3K's and Big Boi's too
For my peeps in between crews
Never the one to fit in
The shoes wasn't true to size
Had to compromise like all the damn time
Like Mexico getting bigger I
Pushed my borderlines
My own ambitions are keeping me
Driven 'till I flatline
A big fuck you to all my teachers
To a youngin' you couldn't
Reach, so scrutinize me, nah
Class full of leeches
Took the leases out my funny speeches
Still another specie, didn't file a complaint
Cuz the system still alive and
We're only getting older
People developing colder shoulders
I guess times have changed in the city
Well I'll remain the same
For my fucking city, straight up
You can put your money on me
Put your money on me
We about to take it real far
It's the young wave god, uh
H-town burbs, living life on the curb
Whatever you prefer i was no one to refer to
And that shit can really hurt you
Young yin yang with no one to look up to
But who would I be today
That shit kept me straight
Old school paved the way for my day ones
I'm talking talking shit in the hallways
All day kicking ball from dust to dawn
Knock on doors then run away
Played Pokémon and T-Pain through
The speaker phone it all shaped my childhood
Ever lasting batteries on cells
Never called a homie yeah you
Had to ring his bell
Now the playgrounds vacant
The App Store's caking
90's babies wasting time reminiscing
That hashtag TBT
Great memories from the memory card
It's all saved but we off that
Checkpoints getting tighter and the
Autosave is on
Everything is on our phone, damn
You caught that?
I guess times have changed in the city
But I'll remain the same for my fucking city
Straight up
You can put your money on me
Put your money on me
We about to take it real far
It's the young wave god, uh
Please don't tell me what I'm
Not capable of doing
But you foolin, but you foolin
Got that shit covered for real
In this kill or be killed
Visions be passing the ceiling
Represent the voice of the unheard
Yearn to live out your visions right
NERD's, andré 3K's and Big Boi's too
For my peeps in between crews
Never the one to fit in
The shoes wasn't true to size
Had to compromise like all the damn time
Like Mexico getting bigger I
Pushed my borderlines
My own ambitions are keeping me
Driven 'till I flatline
A big fuck you to all my teachers
To a youngin' you couldn't
Reach, so scrutinize me, nah
Class full of leeches
Took the leases out my funny speeches
Still another specie, didn't file a complaint
Cuz the system still alive and
We're only getting older
People developing colder shoulders
I guess times have changed in the city
Well I'll remain the same
For my fucking city, straight up
You can put your money on me
Put your money on me
We about to take it real far
It's the young wave god, uh