♫Sixteen and my knees hasn't gone wild
My good friend homie Big Phil had to die
I had to fill a room, wrote a song, performed
First time someone close to me was gone
I need a lover and I feel like I need it and yes I
I need the strength to put me through So I had to (hold on) to my emotions and remember my dues Now twenty-two, kinda grown man, so I made some I have some I lost some friends At the end I got to (hold on) to the ones that are loyal and will ride to the e-e-end ♪
- Haters gunna hate.