Young Hearts
[Intro]

Young hearts be free tonight
Time is on your side (x2)

[Verse 1: Reef]

Me and Hop on the grind, success on our minds,
but watch out the limelight can leave you blind. I
got my Raybans on and I can't see through the shades, you
gotta climb up to get past the palisades. I'm knockin' on the door
but the room seems hollow. I let the truth shine right through like Apollo.
The future is ours, from Venus to Mars. I cover up the scars and I go for the charge.
Like rivers, I fill up, I'm young, I live up. I strut with my pride, head high with my chin up.
The kids ain't alright but we the new generation. Time to start movin' cause we look too complacent.
I guess I'll do my part with the music that we makin', this is for the Fam fuck your radio station!
Light the game on fire, my vigor is the coals, music pumps the blood that invigorates my soul, cause we young..

[Hook]

Young hearts be free tonight
Time is on your side (x3)
[Verse 2: Hop]

I ain't went this hard since I was 18. That was today, yesterday, and all of last week. (The bridge is over)
No the bridge is getting closer, I gotta jump off it or I gotta get over alone, maybe overdose, maybe travel coast
to coast, sail the seas with boats and hos and bags with potent dope to smoke (I'm young), and reckless, I kill it on the setlist, and buy my way to Heaven, and spend it all on a necklace. Cause I graduated, council told me, "glad you made it" bet you never saw this shit happen in her imagination. I take it back to basics, back to the basement, back to the place which I got wasted off of bass kicks. Feel like I'm so close I could taste it, but so far gone I'm on some Drake shit, face it. I'm not finally famous, I might not make it, I'm still writin' songs out a mothafuckin' basement. I'm next up like I'm adjacent to the greatest, bout to shake the game like a Haitian (Wait, shit).

[Hook]

Young hearts be free tonight
Time is on your side (x3)

[Verse 3: Hop]

Alright I'm back out to rip shots and blackout like Slipknot, only thing is, this ain't hard rock it's hip hop and, you probably never see a cracker spit it this hot. You hate to keep your lips locked to go and sip my piss pot cause, they think I'm famous but my life ain't change, same middle class male with a with a white-grey game. Fuck a Zigzag we gotta quarter pound in a big bag, and pack another bowl after I rip the last cig drag. I got bad habits like a fuckin' crack addict and yes, my name's Hop but I'm not that fuckin' jackrabbit, I'm back at it, been a minute since I last had it. What I'm cookin' up now is on some acid lab shit. Fantastic, now all my fans at it, haters try to stop my hotness like a fan in the attic but, only thing comin' cold is my beer cause the Fam is back again and we gon' do it this year..

[Outro]

Young hearts be free tonight
Time is on your side (x3)