Tinie Tempah – Youth (Youth Album)


Yeah, Youth, aha
16, set up by a chick what a cockup, yeah
I might even try goin’ back to mass this year
[Outro]
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, you don’t remember that?
Toured Usher, Drizzy, even toured with Cole
We tellin’ them we wanna do it our way
I’m either self-assured or I’m scared, and that’s how I deal with the fear
Everythin’ is homegrown, comin’ like a garvey
Then next thing I know I end up on the road
[Verse]
We about to get this bread poppin’ like a toaster
Killin’ all these rappers I’m the scene’s Casasosa
We got four Benz’ and make ’em drop it on my chauffeur
Freddy on the boat sayin’, "Where we gonna sail next?"
In these funny times, it’s important that we’re closer
Let’s get more number 1’s and more plaques this year
Everythin’ to me is blasé
Keep the doors wide open this year
But I’m ‘ere still, mans gon’ clear, clear, clear still
I say allow the blurry lines, let’s talk facts this year
Rock in a hard place, label tryna make us do it their way
If you don’t get it now, then you’ll get it when you’re older, aha
Top down, sittin’ in this roadster
3 piece on, Prince of Wales check
Started meditation and I started doin’ yoga
If you could feel the burnin’ in my ears, type of pain that can bring a man to tears
Aftershock days, Saint James on the block days
Told the architect to make the whole thing parquet
Gettin’ older, things I seen make me turn colder

And next thing you know I’m turnin’ 28 years old, woah
I been coastin’ but the last few years have been weird
Yeah, told bro that I ain’t jokin’ this year
Where I come from, we talk about "Who is goin’ jail next?"
Young Rico Suave
People speakin’ on my name
All these memories, these memories I hold
Yeah, last year was not practise year
Night bus, New Years Eve, one December back
Nu Brand Flexx days, Morleys on the estate
Told wifey I might even give up smokin’ this year
And nobody wants to be the blocka
Told Dumi I’ma rap with more emotion this year
Then I give a girl my soul
Not everyone’s a shotta, but everybody’s runnin’ from a coppa