Fountain of Youth
[Intro: Khary]
Hey
Yeah
Guess we're here again
Check it, uh
In the end, if we break, I said, would you still meet me at lover's bay?
Hey, in the end, if we break
[Verse 1: Khary]
It's not love if I'm an option
In your synopsis, and this movie starring you, me, and that nigga
Women want a man from a Ryan Gosling movie role
You fine, but bitch, you ain't lookin' like no actress
Pardon my use of the word, I mean my heart still breaks when I deal with these bursts
So I say it 'cause I'm as bitter as a mouthful of herbs
Who planted me? Stuck, and not giving a fuck's my insanity
Relationship at twenty-one, feel like the gimmick of
Something that was feasible at eighteen
At nineteen, I said "Fuck you" to my girlfriend
Since twenty, I've been trying to build a regime of girls, who rush
To do their makeup and their iPhone
That I hit up when I'm alone
So I pretend that I love you, pray the head don't stop
And try to meet a bad bitch at the Bedford stop, and that's ripped
[Chorus: Smithsoneon]
I can roll on with you, but tell me the truth
Is it working from your point of view?
'Cause we're lost and confused, and there's no way to prove that we may need
The fountain of youth
[Verse 2: Khary]
So we just roll, down a stream that I've deemed lover's lake
But, our sex is good but the emotions are fake
'Cause who needs garments, when we're both tarnished
For something that we're just too afraid to admit
Shouldn't of asked about my past, that you swore you wouldn't judge me for
Tell me I'm vexed, and swear your ex loved you more
Done with these Rihanna bitches, learning how to see the stitches
Tattoos, designer bitches
Shaved heads, can't find a nigga
BTWs, you can't put "#Imabadbitch" on a resume
So when you get home, in-between taking selfies in the mirror
Ima need you to meditate
She getting high as a feather's weight
It's like a double-edged sword, 'cause I like to watch her roll up
But soon I'm annoying 'cause her company's enjoyed
And we never chill sober, love shoom
But we're doomed to be leaves in October
[Chorus: Smithsoneon]
I can roll on with you, but tell me the truth
Is it working from your point of view?
'Cause we're lost and confused, and there's no way to prove that we may need
The fountain of youth
[Verse 3: Scolla]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
OG (Scolla)
These days, I stay stuck in the spirit of "Fuck you"
Until I'm tryna fuck, then I'm callin' to come through
Like, what you want? Tell me you at home
I'm coming through with smoke, so be there in my favorite thong
We steady go through the motions, emotions runnin' a muck
You blunt and tell me you high, every time I slide in yo' guts
I nut then roll through the studio, gon' off her sweet liquor
And I swear drunk lips don't lie
Confusion, somebody tell 'Pac, let me know where the juice went
Somebody bring Goldie on spot with my mackin'
Somebody tell Stacy L Dash that I'm clueless
Then run and tell my motherfuckin' ex that I'm done
Knowin' she'll be on my phone tomorrow
'Cause it's dick or the truth, and one of them's harder to swallow
I'll tell you one thing, ain't another love scene
This the result of when a good guy becomes me
What you expect?
(Khary, what up, though, bro?)
[Chorus: Smithsoneon]
I can roll on with you, but tell me the truth
Is it working from your point of view?
'Cause we're lost and confused, and there's no way to prove that we may need
The fountain of youth