Teen Years (Lonzo's Story)

His teen years roll away, searching for a road to pave Looking for them closed roads, he from where his soldiers pray So he keep moving on, head down, barely use his phone Questioning himself, wondering if his moves is really wrong Hopped off the bus with my head down slowly into school slow to speak, stuttered speech, use his mask as a tool Leaving everybody curious, don't know what to make of him No interest in making friends, no interest to play with them Had an eye for the real, and for the fake He refused any love, but didn't come for any hate Didn't care for any rumors, he know that from prejudice He didn't do no messaging, messages come with eveidence So hour by hour, class to class, he gave little effort Hoping that the day that his mood gon' get better Ooh, do it get better Don't ever know His teen years roll away, searching for a road to pave Looking for them closed roads, he from where his soldiers pray So he keep moving on, head down, barely use his phone Questioning himself, wondering if his moves is really wrong School morning up at 6, like he wasn't up at 2 Thinking to himself, another lonely day without the crew He had a big smile, a good start to his day Nigga went another day, without holding K His teen years roll away, searching for a road to pave Looking for them closed roads, he from where his soldiers pray So he keep moving on, head down, barely use his phone Questioning himself, wondering if his moves is really wrong His teen years roll away, searching for a road to pave Looking for them closed roads, he from where his soldiers pray So he keep moving on, head down, barely use his phone Questioning himself, wondering if his moves is really wrong