Young Man Lyrics

When I was a young man

I made many mistakes

Was it fate

Or were the choices always mine to make

4 men on horses

The day that the world break

We just par for the course

Says the man on the stake

Right there

There it was

I felt it for a bit

A quick tour and that was it

The Bit before I hit a lick

And my mind don't move swift

More like a faucet that drips

Keyboard keys at my tips

And in my lips I hold a spliff

While I write another...

Tragic story 'bout my past

Never first or last

Cause the thirst just didn't hit as fast

Like it was just out of grasp

The brass ring

Left a ringing in my ears

Till what I hear

Well it Started to disappear

And in a show of good faith

My place was considered

A sinner

Not the type you invite for dinner

Or into your safe haven

I been too bold and brazen

Like a raisin in the sun

Or the Son I shoulda been raising

I'm a bastard

Yeah that statement is true

Faster than the speed of light

The same shit happened to you

An obligatory sorry won't change the end of the story

Flew too close to glory

And I missed the mark sorely

When I was a young man

I made many mistakes

Was it fate

Or were the choices always mine to make

4 men on horses

The day that the world break

We just par for the course

Says the man on the stake

If the key to heaven was hung on a nail

So then by comparison don't we all pale

Which to me means that we're all destined to fail

Cause our destiny's end with a shovel and a pail made for bodies

So I embody the spirit of lil yachty

I don't care if I fucking suck

I'm never saying I'm sorry

Now let me ask you

Why is a raven like a writing desk

And Inside is just about as black as it gets

Produced a few notes, no matter the consequence

Has the ability to sin

But is not compelled to repent

And if the son is destined to repeat the sins of his pops

Is it any wonder his stomach is always tied into knots

And The author that we got knows that the writings on the wall

So Revs story wasn't really Revs story at all

Not if a benevolent creator was involved

They say he love us

But does he love us at all

When I was a young man

I made many mistakes

Was it fate

Or were the choices always mine to make

4 men on horses

The day that the world break

We just par for the course

Says the man on the stake