Young Boy - snny

R-R-Rolex and whiskey and Trojans

These kids they all grew up

It’s part of the program

Did someone say, «You could be the one

Hit the curb, make a brother swerve

Whip it to the drive

Hit the gas, make a moment last

When I was a young boy

Blood, sweat, and tears were in these streets

And Monday’s were good days

And I was the king of being me

When I was a young boy

Blood, sweat, and tears were in these streets

And Monday’s were good days

And I was the king of being me