Reuben Vincent – Teen Spirit Lyrics

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[Verse 1] So say word, Ye ain’t never tell no lie
All of my boys gon’ shine
Hop in and we skrrt, do you wanna come for the ride
If you do, best to jump up inside
Ain’t nothin’ I’m on, hop in the whip and we roll
Birds of a wing fly together
Stay to the code, never fold for these foes
Shenanigans in the weather
It’s whatever, messages from momma ain’t gonna reply
Cause she’ll go crazy cause I know she hating upon most of my guys
If you look ’em in the face you’ll think that they just boys from the streets
But y’all just cray, I look at them and same face from ages of three
Turn up the tempo roll up they puff on that indo
I don’t but my head out the window
I don’t but my head out the window
I’m feeling the breeze, this put my mind on ease
None of us is safe but baby we all free
Ok we youngins, we youngins, we ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
Wait I lied, cause you see that we are dodging and ducking
The popo like oh no yeah we know they is coming
But it feels so good we like bump it keep it running

[Hook] That Nirvana flow, we just vibin’ though
Teen spirit bro, watching you know ’bout it though
On that Nirvana yo, we just vibin’ though
Can ya feel it bro, if ya know ’bout it though
That Nirvana flow, we just vibin’ though
Teen spirit bro, watching you know ’bout it though
On that Nirvana yo, we just vibin’ though
Can ya feel it bro, if ya know ’bout it though

[Verse 2] Sauced up we dip out
Gotta find ways for chips now
I’m talking no Lays, that’s green paper
Moving on up, no escalators
Mask on, no respirator
Finna jugg once we locate it
Aye reuben is you regulatin’?
Nah I ain’t with it so I catch y’all later, cool
Drop ’em off and we droppin’ on em
Stole the gat that my pop was totin’
Our roles models, that what they promoted
Things was hopeless that just provoked it
Bumping Future, cops pulled us over
Eyes red, 5-0 asked where we going
We doomed now, locked in the room now
Judge asking why us, why we too wild

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[Verse 3] They ask us why do we do this, this is just what we used to
Poppa footsteps I’m following, mama calling me foolish
Mama we need some money, if you don’t make it then who is?
Yo I might sell me this work, I might cop me a roofer
My bigger bro yea he ruthless and he got him a tooly
He pass me the chronic, it make him loosen his screws and
All of my homie, they smoke except my lil bro Reuben
But he ain’t that type of dude, he better off doing music
Whitey tell me I am better off in environment
Better off selling work, I’m better off tryna rob him
I’m better off with no work I’m better in imprisonment
I’m better off in the dirt, I’m better off not a citizen
Take yo black (black) to Africa
They want us to be slaves again
If I robbing this store
Whitey will get his way again
I might do the right thing like my name was Spike Lee
Or I might lie to your face and rob you for your Nikes
I might be gone next year, I gotta live to the fullest
Cause either my foes or 5-0 gonna hit me with bullets
I fear my life but I know we all gon’ die one day
I act like the devil’s child but times at night yo I pray
I might be gone next year, I gotta live to the fullest
Cause either my foes or 5-0 gonna hit me with bullets
I fear my life but I know we all gon’ die one day
I act like the devil’s child but times at night yo I pray