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nico roberts - teenage days كلمات أغنية

[part i]

[intro]
“yo, sometimes i sit back and wonder how the f_ck i made it out alive
these teenage days… they weren’t just memories
they were scars i had to wear every f_ckin’ day
this ain’t no song — this a godd_mn confession. let’s go.”

[verse 1]
i was thirteen, battlin’ demons and cracked screens
mama yellin’, dad bouncin’, we livin’ off pipe dreams
ipod full of eminem, scribblin’ pain in the margins
while my friends ran fades in the alley, i’m dodgin’ charges
school was a joke, i skipped more than i showed
wrote verses on napkins while they f_cked with my soul
teachers called me a dropout in disguise —
but i saw a mic in every fight, a rhyme in every lie
“broken phone” was my therapy, no beats, just rage
recorded it on a cracked samsung in a p_ss_stained cage
no studio, just my closet and hope
used socks as a pop filter, the pain made it dope
had homies sellin’ pills while i sold bars on soundcloud
sh_t had 14 plays, but i played it loud
they ain’t see the vision, they ain’t hear the pain
all they saw was a white boy losin’ his brain
i didn’t fit in, i didn’t belong
but i spit truth — f_ck sing_along songs
they laughed when i said i’d blow
now them same b_tches tryna ride the flow
[verse 2]
had a girl back then, said she’d ride or die
’til she left with my cousin — f_ck love, that’s why
used to walk home in the rain with my headphones fried
hearing static and pain, but the beats never lied
had my pen, my past, and these backpack dreams
livin’ poor as sh_t, eatin’ noodles and schemes
talked to myself like, “f_ck it, keep writin’,”
even if n0body ever gave a f_ck what i’m ignitin’
and when they said “he’s trash,” i said “good,”
i ain’t here for the fame, i’m here to speak what they never could
my brother got locked for some dumbass charge
and i cried in that cell, prayin’ through prison bars

[part ii]

[verse 3]
everything fake now — filters, flexin’, fake friends
but back then? it was fists and busted lens
posted broken phone with no likes, no cosign
just pain, raw lines, and a f_ck_it_all spine
no label, no clout, no plan b
just me vs. the world, screamin’ “let me breathe!”
now they stream my sh_t like it’s some new wave
but i remember every tear, every f_cked up day
teenage days, no guidance, no gps
just trauma, trauma, trauma — and a dream to impress
used to punch walls ‘til my knuckles would bleed
’cause pain was the only thing i could trust to feed
ain’t had therapy, i had 16s and beats
wasn’t tryna be a role model, just wanted to eat
i watched homies od on dirt floors
but i kept writin’, even while i mourned
broken phone was more than a tape, it was proof
that pain can be molded into unfiltered truth
they ain’t get it back then — too raw, too white
too angry, too honest, too real on the mic
but f_ck ’em — now they quote me like scripture
tryna remix trauma for a spotify picture
i ain’t forget where i came from — i can’t
i still hear them gunshots when i spit in advance
so next time you see me in the light
just know i came from darkest of nights
this for every teenager breakin’ in silence
who never found love, just wounds and defiance
[outro]
“yo, you probably never gon’ hear this
but i made it, bro. i f_ckin’ made it
they tried to count me out —
but i built this sh_t from dirt, pain, and hunger
that ‘broken phone’? that wasn’t a mixtape…
that was a f_ckin’ prayer
from me… to the world
so if you feel lost
if you feel like no one hears you —
i hear you
i was you
and i still carry every line like a scar.”

- nico roberts

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