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hopes & dreams - young social lyrics

[intro]
what’s up y’all
whenever i go on twitter, or instagram or whatever
i always see all these posts about life goals and family goals and shit, you feel me
it always makes me really upset
because i realize i ain’t thought of mine yet

[verse 1]
holy shit
i never thought i’d be into this rapping shit
people wanna hear shit that’s lyrical
they don’t wanna hear anymore trapping shit
how am i supposed to be original
when new ideas in radio so minimal
how am i supposed to get recognized
when the chances of being discovered unpredictable
kinda hard to put music out digital
100,000 people do mixtapes like me
even if i try sell shit physical
ain’t no guarantee that they gonna like me
f-cking struggling
i think my brain malfunctioning
every time i lay down bars i always end up stumbling
i’m stressed
santie make it look easy
his name come up every time i try to promote an ep
thug nigga on a trap beat, but so shy when you see me
i smile every day cause they don’t care if you cry deeply
i’m scared man
i need a master plan, wanna be living on my own by 18
i need to get a job in a couple months, studio mics don’t come easily
i don’t wanna be irrelevant like dvds
i don’t wanna always be eating mickey d’s
i wanna eat poutine in my master suite
it could be so f-cking sweet

[hook]
it could be so f-cking sweet
it could be so f-cking sweet
with all my hopes and dreams

[interlude]
i always wanted to be famous
i always wanted people to like me, to notice me
so i guess the only way to stand out from the crowd
is to go extra f-cking hard

[verse 2]
look, it’s dbs rocking vvs
i am on a quest to truly be the best
i will murder niggas blocking ever step
until theres no more f-cking competition left
solomon graves said
you’ll see his name in the hollywood pavement
hunnid bands for the weekly payment
fame is sweet i just hope i can taste it
and embrace it
gotta face it, gotta show ’em i’m better than basic
no more imitation, no more tracing
time to use a blue shell in the race fam, taking over
i flow so hard like a boulder
only gonna get better when i get older
put albuquerque on my shoulders
die hard just like a veteran soldier
goldie told me go hard, told him i’ma flow like concrete
they’re just trying to block my shine, but i just simply can’t be beat
you saw what happened to trill pussy, buried this nigga six feet deep
came in the game as rookie but went under some adaptation like meryl streep
i just wanna say f-ck you to the niggas who never gave me time of day
i just wanna say f-ck you to the stans, never understand what i try to say
i just want a couple hundred g’s, i just want to win a grammy
i just want to be on tv, it could be so f-cking sweet

[hook]

[outro]
but hey, none of it matters anyway
even if i blow up we all gonna die someday
it’s sad, but it’s true
f-ck it, i’m off this

- young social lyrics

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