Voli - The Good Die Young lyrics

Verse: Nobody cares about your problems, yo Can't take those tears and make no profits yo They said it was queer to make the honor roll Couldn't be black enough, couldn't be white enough, look at the domino Where do I belong? The black student union had me feeling I was wrong Because I spoke proper and I grew up with a lawn My parents left the island, 80s baby, I was born And you be hatin on these songs They ain't black enough, they ain't black enough All these labels, they want labels, so I play the game And network, f** yo' cable, mayn I DVR and save the game, PBR, no ace of spades Single malt liquor with a Brooklyn Lager Life is a b**h, but you only get back what you put inside her Yah, so I romance her and ma**age her Yah, so she can feel me, I'ma ride her Yah, I'm the outsider, can't relate like your stepfather Broke pride, no change for the dollar…will I? PreChorus: They say the good die young, but can you call this living? This is a hell of a drug Chorus: Its got me low low low low low I'm so low low low low low This is a hell of a drug This is a hell of a drug She's a hell of a drug Its got me low low low low low (we overdose) I'm so low low low low low can (we overdose) This is a hell of a drug (we overdose) This is a hell of a drug (will I comatose?) Verse Two: No marijuana in my veins Because the weed spread the paranoia in my brain I took too many hits, now every thought is out of place Guess my plan to be the next Bob Marley got erased Bled my heart out on the stage, next set probably gonn complain About the blood, sweat, and the tears, too much of it to be drained Stuck in limbo with my peers, they thinking we the same, you ain't driven, boy You ridin bicycles in my lane, how you livin, boy But soon as the money come, look at the dummies come And fall in your lap, potbelly fat, then I'll be due for the tummy tuck But that's human nature, there's only respect for the dollar Give them the money, the s** and the power My time is cumming, make love every hour Yah, that's that capitalistic brain Yah, life s** me until I'm drained Yah, try to f** me, but then I came, let me conquer And I'm k**in every stage like cancer…stage 4 PreChorus/Chorus Where do I belong? 4X