Bryson Tiller Years Go By Lyrics English Translation

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With what the young generation's doin'

And I'm like, 'Yo, man, you really just got to do this shit', like

Worryin' about or tryna figure out what they need, or if they gon' like it or not

Aww man, you gon' have been going by for about five years

Next thing you know, you ain't gon' wanna do this shit no more

But you really just gotta do it

Goin', goin' gone, gone, gone, gone

Goin', goin' gone, gone, gone, gone

Yeah, yeah yeah

Years go by, where are we at right now?

Though we, might be able to relax right now

Pressure on me whenever I'm flatlined down

I can't keep 'em on my back right now

The game called me and said, 'Come back right now'

Put the fire on the fuckin' wax right now, yeah

She wants all the eggs in one batch right now, but

I can't risk that right now, no

City on fire, that's 'cause of me and Jack

Fifty deuce got the city loose, goin' platinum

Spit the truth in the booth, give it to the fandom

Listen boo, I gotta make these anthems

Any who, she went ghost on me, Danny Phantom

Single ladies, romance 'em

Hold me baby, no ransom

Don't be crazy, throwin' tantrums

Know me crazy

Know me crazy

Years go by

Years go by

Years go by

Yeah, show tonight, hold tight, won't you let go tonight

Baby, get closer right, it was meant for you

Heard it right, bitches ain't sittin' in for you

Certified, bonafide, genuine for you, that's

That's a fuckin synonym for you

Givenchy, you like em? I'll send 'em in for you

Split it with a nigga, got the dividends for you

You down with it, wood brown, cinnamon for you

Yeah, you don't live for this life, girl, I know

But this is the life I know

Yes, it took a little time

Just to grown a nigga, but I've grown since then

And I promise, we gon' keep it solid

Keep away all the monsters

Fuck this nonsense, no dividin', we conquer

It's that anniversary

Sing that shit like Tony, sing this chorus and this verse for me

Bae it's Gawdtilla

Where does it go?

Fuck this time go?

Goin', goin', gone, gone, gone

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