Recycled Youth

T&M

Don't know what I want but now I know where it went wrong

I am doomed

Me in my room

Hate this stupid song but I grew up to sing along

I am you

Recycled youth

Calling out to all the kids sick of being tolerant

Whose parents weren't involved and always fed them empty promises

From elementary halls to everyone who's off to colleges

I'm writing you this song and I'ma start with this

I remember little Stacy getting hated because of all the boys she dated

Daddy wasn't home, he's stationed fighting in a war he hated

Mama's getting bored of waiting so she finds a boy, replace him

Stacy, meet your father then we wonder why she's so impatient

Another kid whose mother hit him under all the covers

'Cause her husband tends to get too drunk

And sometimes he would push her

Now his papa was a trucker, he was fighting for her custody

Oh, and for the son, well we can guess how he grew up to be

Don't know what I want but now I know where it went wrong

I am doomed

Me in my room

Hate this stupid song but I grew up to sing along

I am you

Recycled youth

I'm not a prophet, exhausted from walkin'

The same fuckin' path that my mom did

I love her but God I can't watch myself hop in a coffin

Because of the problems she got in

I don't owe the planet a sorry for havin' my guard up

I'm watching my back from your stabbing

I'm actually glad that you're mad I'm a nuisance

I speak for the kids that I help with my music

Let's do this

Don't know what I want but now I know where it went wrong

I am doomed

Me in my room

Hate this stupid song but I grew up to sing along

I am you

Recycled youth

Recycled youth

Recycled youth

Recycled youth

Yeah

Recycled youth

Yeah