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21st century – sleeky junior lyrics

21st century

[verse 1: sleeky junior]

to the point at the get go;
do i press? do i push? do i let go?
eye on the charts, sound doesn’t sound appealing;
mind on the states, thinking “what’s up with the killing?”;
now to the beat, told em boys ima kill it;
shaking up the game, finer pieces out the bottle;
the remainder in the bottle? overtime they topple;
work hard, tell the talk “charlie keep settled”;
trying not to raise an issue on the verse;
but the world’s been a sucker for the controversy;
(see) how the music’s in the wrong hands;
how we’re looking for the art, but they’re giving bands;
and how young love the feeling- touchy touchy hands;
and how it’s money over love- fussy fussy hands;
i, am young man i’m not judging;
i wanna run homie, less jogging;

[hook: ledi]

tell me what to say, what to say;
tell me what to say no more;
living on the end of today;
21st century;
tight jeans and cellphones don’t kill us no more;
fists up, we’re screaming, “won’t take this no more”

[verse 2: sleeky junior]
i got the ball in my hands, my homies wanna bat;
i told them boys that we’ll make it, they don’t wanna bet;
do they see me coming or they got a lazy eye?
should we be getting into debt for a couple “i’s”;
listen to me speaking like i’m not a guilty party;
heart wants, all you gotta do is ey it buddy;
i got a couple boys sweating, we not gym buddies;
homie made it better with me, he’s a pimp buddy;
hypocritical generation a silly label;
everybody sinning, don’t you gimme silly labels;
it’s funny how we got gravity through a fallen apple;
yeah i’m falling, getting ready for a bigger jump;
b-mp- to the sound that i’m putting up;
up; did you say you sitting at the top?
funny, how i’ve heard that in a couple rhymes;
how many tops can we fill, one at a time?

[hook]

tell me what to say, what to say;
tell me what to say no more;
living on the end of today;
21st century;
tight jeans and cellphones don’t kill us no more;
fists up, we’re screaming, “won’t take this no more”

[bridge: ledi]
killing us slowly, no air to breathe;
momma i’m sorry, i failed the team;
didn’t think i’d fall in my dreams
keep me from hearing these things
we don’t have a key to our treasures
our lights are the measures
21st century things;

[hook x2]

- all song lyrics by sleeky junior