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AGE OF 15 Video (MV)




Performed By: Deem
Language: English
Length: 2:34
Written by: Elijah Alvarado




Deem - AGE OF 15 Lyrics




I just got a job at the age of 15 Not a lot of people round me do it like me
Getting paid very well, that's unlikely Cause I work at a pizzeria, Wyoming
But it's under the table and I get no sleep Cause right after school, I'ma have to go sweep
At the job, underpaid, when it's 12 end of day I go home, then repeat it for the next week

I'm a schoolboy, 17 years old Gotta make it out of Philly on my soul
Making music, I'ma do it till I'm old Stop the music, I won't do it, I won't let go
Feel the groove in my body from high to low I just quit my job, but as f*ck it, its what I want
Now I got the time and the freedom F*ck the pennies and the change

Cause I just won the dollars, that's how I roll
I can spit a quick verse, revert the spit, but reverse
Let me take it back to when I was a youngin, yeah
Had no bread, I was broker than a bum in here I got bread, now still feening for the money, yeah

Living with my mom I had no food and tummy She would go out with her friends, tried to call her
On the telly, but she never picked the phone up It was just me and my brothers living in the home
On Mascher lot of junkies and they mamas there I go deep into subjects, I don't like to dig in
The only way I can win is if I'm not pretending On the medication, my head always spinning

I'm smoking this gas, mind touching the ceiling And I got a feeling, a feeling of pride
Put my feelings aside, I can't show what I'm feeling
I still got some traumas from back in my old days
Some things I seen, they gonna stay sticking with me always

I just got a job at the age of 15 Not a lot of people round me do it like me
Getting paid very well, that's unlikely Cause I work at a pizzeria, Wyoming
But it's under the table and I get no sleep Cause right after school, I'ma have to go sweep
At the job, underpaid, when it's 12 end of day I go home, they repeat it for the next week

I'm a schoolboy, 17 years old Gotta make it out of Philly on my soul
Making music, I'ma do it till I'm old Stop the music, I won't do it, I won't let go
Feel the groove in my body from high to low I just quit my job, but it's f*ck it, it's what I want
Now I got the time and the freedom F*ck the pennies and the change

Cause I just won the dollars, that's how I roll
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I just got a job at the age of 15 Not a lot of people round me do it like me
Getting paid very well, that's unlikely Cause I work at a pizzeria, Wyoming
But it's under the table and I get no sleep Cause right after school, I'ma have to go sweep
At the job, underpaid, when it's 12 end of day I go home, then repeat it for the next week

I'm a schoolboy, 17 years old Gotta make it out of Philly on my soul
Making music, I'ma do it till I'm old Stop the music, I won't do it, I won't let go
Feel the groove in my body from high to low I just quit my job, but as f*ck it, its what I want
Now I got the time and the freedom F*ck the pennies and the change

Cause I just won the dollars, that's how I roll
I can spit a quick verse, revert the spit, but reverse
Let me take it back to when I was a youngin, yeah
Had no bread, I was broker than a bum in here I got bread, now still feening for the money, yeah

Living with my mom I had no food and tummy She would go out with her friends, tried to call her
On the telly, but she never picked the phone up It was just me and my brothers living in the home
On Mascher lot of junkies and they mamas there I go deep into subjects, I don't like to dig in
The only way I can win is if I'm not pretending On the medication, my head always spinning

I'm smoking this gas, mind touching the ceiling And I got a feeling, a feeling of pride
Put my feelings aside, I can't show what I'm feeling
I still got some traumas from back in my old days
Some things I seen, they gonna stay sticking with me always

I just got a job at the age of 15 Not a lot of people round me do it like me
Getting paid very well, that's unlikely Cause I work at a pizzeria, Wyoming
But it's under the table and I get no sleep Cause right after school, I'ma have to go sweep
At the job, underpaid, when it's 12 end of day I go home, they repeat it for the next week

I'm a schoolboy, 17 years old Gotta make it out of Philly on my soul
Making music, I'ma do it till I'm old Stop the music, I won't do it, I won't let go
Feel the groove in my body from high to low I just quit my job, but it's f*ck it, it's what I want
Now I got the time and the freedom F*ck the pennies and the change

Cause I just won the dollars, that's how I roll
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Writer: Elijah Alvarado
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