Young Folks

[Intro]

Plain Pat, what up?

[Verse]

I've always been the same since back in the day

Always felt like we should get paid

To be on magazines or we get played

"Why did he say it?" I don't know, ask Gabe

Now I'm on the magazines where the roses are

Poppin' champagne and that Rosé Dom

Won a few awards, then we went on tour

And yup, in my bag, a whole bag of porn

Magazines hate him, then they love him

Then they hate him ("We hate him, fuck it, let's just say it then, fuck it")

Cover of The FADER (Yeah)

Now I'm on my way up (Now I'm on my way up!)

Now you want me, say what? Huh, you want me, say what?

I be talking my shit, so I guess I'm an asshole

They be kick and pushin' like Lu Fiasco

And I guess every time I'm just gon' get in that mode

Suck up to the press, I guess I missed that boat

I did an interview with the Rolling Stones

Read the interview, man, the whole shit wrong

Far as this shit go, you know the way I wanna glow

I need Al Gore to recount that vote

You know, uh, uh, you know

Uh uh, you know, uh uh, you know

You think that you know, but you have no idea

You think you really know, but you have no idea

You think you really know, but I'm right here

You think you really know, but you have no idea

And I'm gon' be the same my whole career

I'm gon' stay the same my whole career (You know!)