How to love I'm sorry that I don't know how to love I'm sorry that I don't know how to love I'm sorry that I don't know how to love I'm sorry that I don't know how to love I'm sorry that I made you feel that way to change up I'm thinking 'bout all the times that you know you fucked up Criticizing me 'bout all the hoes that I done fucked Kept it real from the start I aint never change up I done been around niggas that I know you done fucked Only here for my baby, I aint looking for no love Niggas change daily, no I aint got no trust If they aint talking money they can't come around us These niggas plottin' so I gotta watch 'em I'm only 16 and I'm living fast In a full time dream I hope that I don't crash Invented it by myself Imma do the dash On my way from my cell I got apprehended FEDS narked on narcotics say that I was targeted Took my lick went to jail you know I ain't say shit Run it out these niggas dead you know that aint stop shit But up in court they wanna ban me 'cause I be on that gang shit Wasn't familiar faces around that's a big lane switch For so long I was blind man I should've known this I would'nt be wrong for saying that you aint shit But I cant blame nobody but myself for this NBA pap always told me never trust a bitch My brother beanie always told me be about my business But you said hurt me deep but I ain't never say shit By any means I know Dave, I know Ari with me To keep it real from the start you was not never with me (yeah) I'm sorry that I don't know how to love I'm sorry that I don't know how to love I'm sorry that I don't know how to love I'm sorry that I don't know how to love I'm sorry that I don't know how to love I'm sorry that I made you feel that way to change up Dave died at 16 and I'm 16 So you can't tell me that this shit ain't real Young nigga steady striving finna get a mil Running with the same niggas to the damn kill We all praying cause we knowing how we all live It was all good when we was just kids Now on the slick side we wanna do each other in That don't make you innocent cause you don't keep it real Now you telling me that you done but I know the deal Got my name tatted on your back but I know you wasn't real This song cant explain how a nigga feel I'm 16 girl come and let me love you You can live how you want, I'll never judge you To tell the truth I just wanna be there for you Sit and tell me everything that you been through I was down to my last ain't nobody give me shit Montana came in the picture showed me a lot of shit Ever since I turnt up been in all kinda shit Dump say don't go looking for it if he play bam him I was down to my last aint nobody give me shit Montana came in the picture showed me a lot of shit Ever since I turnt up been in all kinda shit Dump say don't go looking for it if he play bam him I'm only 16 I don't understand Please understand that I don't know how to love I'm only 16 I don't understand Please understand that I don't know how to love

Know I've done wrong.I left your heart tom Is that was devils do? Took you so long where only fools go I sthe angel in you Now I'm rising from the ground Rising up to you Filled with all the strength I've found There's nothing I can't do

I'ma just keep watching, I think my heart's stopping Nicotine fiend of a man I was born this way, I'm a government slave And I was raised on stolen land And it's a hard up kinda life Begging the ashtray for nickels and dimes Writing these songs trying to wrap my mind around A bullshit American dream I'm still a six-gun owning, bet the truth hurts, don't it? Won't you catch me if you can? I hope all is well, it'll be a cold day in hell When you pry it from my dying hands 'Cause it's a hard up kinda life When paying your dues don't get you by You're working all week to make some overtime To pay from this bullshit American dream I've heard once to be dreaming Means you've got to be asleep And I've grown tired of counting these sheep I had a dream I was drugged And when I finally woke up I went and blew up my TV 'Cause it's a hard up kinda life You're not allowed to get yourself a natural high Here's a pill to help you sleep, just give it some time Now you're addicted to this bullshit American dream And it's a hard up kind of life Begging the ashtray for nickels and dimes Writing these songs trying to wrap my mind Around a bullshit American dream

So y'all wanna to know how it is like Or how it is around my neck of the woods There's dust on the tractor A couple trucks in the pasture Big bucks on the back wall Boots on the front porch Welcome mat on the floor And a sign saying "howdy y'all" I know the times sure change We damn sure ain't We just some young folks Living with old souls We'll always load them hounds You don't get tired of that sound If you come from where we come from 'N got our kind of background Daddy had me shooting them rifles round When we could barely hold the gun up Now I'm passing that ole traditions down to my daughters and my son You can say that I'm crazy For doing the things that I do for fun But I could say the same thing to you for the life that you live For one, ain't no way you could catch me living Where I can't pee off the front porch Or hear them turkeys in the spring firing off like a blowtorch I'd rather be broke in a tent camp on a dead end road Living off spam wearing dirty clothes That's how it goes But I'm good with it, living primitive is a good feeling to me Problem free, I guess that's why I like to live where There's dust on the tractor A couple trucks in the pasture Big bucks on the back wall Boots on the front porch Welcome mat on the floor And a sign saying "howdy y'all" I know the times sure change We damn sure ain't We just some young folks Living with old souls Nowadays we're outta place life's too fast paced The older I get the more I realize that we can't change Bloodline's full of moonshine we were redlining them custom cars Tryna to stay out from behind bars now it's Nascar We salute the flag and the military I ain't the definition of a Christian But I still think that man up there is watching over me With a plan that only he knows So before I go to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep And I know I reap what I sew So I hope the seeds that I've sewn are deeply rooted And stand strong when they get full grown We was born a few decades late Everything we are the world ain't But still we remain where There's dust on the tractor A couple trucks in the pasture Big bucks on the back wall Boots on the front porch Welcome mat on the floor And a sign saying "howdy y'all" I know the times sure change We damn sure ain't We just some young folks Living with old souls