Lyrics Don't Love The Younger You Too Much - Hobbes

If you can hear this, please promise me this
I'll have a prosperous life, and wife and kids
And the pressures of life don't shut me down
And ignore the negativity all around
My life seems to have gone astray
Lord please, give me comforting words to say
Because life ticks day by day
It's not about what, it's about which way
And I don't care what none of y'alls get paid
In high school, you still have a life to be made
They spend all day, drinking champagne
What are you gonna do when that time slips away

Uh, I couldn't agree more, furthermore
I call S.O.S. just to end up right where I was before
Makes you wonder what was all of it for
Let go of the past
Hold on, nah, you don't have
We know that this time will pass but (That's right)
We know we should be getting to class, huh (All right)

S.O.S, I need an S.O.S
I confess, I need an S.O.S
S.O.S, I need an S.O.S
I confess, I need an S.O.S

How could I ever say things were good to go
Three years later still making love to this microphone
Now I'm grown, and I know even less on where I'm to go
Pressured by the world to make my mind up. Here we go
Sometimes, I think I don't even rap like I used to
Play it in the car it sound like crap in the drive-thru
Hearing my new shit and spotting errors repeatedly
Is my criticality restricting me artistically
If you can hear than let me know somebody's listening
I'll have a prosperous life when If I fight through misery
It has got a finger on the power button at rest
If I can, get a hand I will not feel so pressed, S.O.S