Escaping Youth - Awon

From the microphone

I get loose

But they ain’t know that Boochie said

I had sunroof

Not on my coupe yo

I’m talking George Jefferson

My shit is thinning

Diarrhea of my hairline

My barber give me mad effort Fam

Imaginary lines like the youngest child of mine

And I’m am from the durag era

Rocking 360 waves

Chicks used to say

I look like Nas with a fade

Back in my younger days

I used to hit Kunyri Kutz

Catch Rome and sit under blades

Cause I was in the Hunger Games

Fresh Cuts will get you laid

Clean like listerine

Had them brods

Chasing sausage hard

Jimmy Dean

The kids call me sir

They don’t even know I rap

Cause I’m in fresh Kicks

A white tee and a matching cap

It’s a midlife crisis

That I still get a cut

Is it my hair or my youth that I can’t give up?

We used to play out in the rain

Your mom was scolding us

She said that we were bad (she said that we were bad)

I thought I’d rather go alone

Who once till I was gone

Oh girl you look so sad

Early in the morning

And when I see my face

I shampoo my beard

And notice a couple grays

Is the fast life catching me

Or am I getting old

Sometimes I feel like my flesh

Is now speaking to my soul

I understand my purpose

And as long as the earth twist

I’m here to tell the truth

Until I’m underneath the surface

On whatever medium

The antithesis of skinny jeans and shirts that’s smedium

Awon bout as real as they come

Can’t even shop they blogger hog

They on some hype shit

The masses touch it

The streets don’t trust it

That’s some life shit

I’m on to bigger things

Dot com is stressing me

The industry is full

Of lames on coke and ecstasy

Learned my lessons

Never front

Vaporize I’m done with blunts

Even the sneaker game is weak

I ain’t cop nothing in months

It’s a midlife crisis

That I still get a cut

Is it my hair

Or my youth

That I can’t give up