[Chorus]
Photo album but the color faded from it
If I could go back and tell ya how it ends, I woulda done it
Don't look down
Don't look down

[Verse 1] Young 5150
Ay don’t look down
Don’t make a sound
Babygirl now turn around
I be feeling hell bound
I know that I’m out of bounce
I know that I’m off the ground
I’m so high I’m off the ground
I don’t make a sound
I don’t look down
I don’t look down even if I’m come around
I don’t look down never looking at the ground
Yea we at the park this is not a playground
She play with my heart
She gon rip it up now
And i keep on goin goin goin goin on
I know that she want it in the past bygone
I know that the police tryna catch me bitch I’m gone
I be on the run uh

[Chorus]
Photo album but the color faded from it
If I could go back and tell ya how it end, I woulda done it
Don't look down
Don't look down

[Verse 2]
Friends and family never cared about the Grammys
'Til I grew up out the hand-me-downs and bought the family house
I be looking through the photo album, you remember all the good old days? K Swiss and polo down
And Mama had to put a down payment by herself and ain't nobody even try to help
She went to jail and shit went left, and I was left
I did my best, I needed rest, I got arrested
Everybody looking at me like I'm not invested
Bitch, you know how hard I was stressing?
Please, don't call me with weekend plans
I'm ripping out all my hair
And bitch, I don't even dance
But sometimes I like to (Juk, juk, juk, juk, juk, juk)
(I like to juk, juk, juk, juk, juk, juk, juk)
I like to juk, juk-juk, juk, juk-juk
Juk, and juk, and juk, and juk and juk and
Juk, and juk, and juk, and juk
I be looking through the—
[Chorus]
Photo album but the color faded from it
If I could go back and tell you how it ends, I woulda done it
Don't look down
Don't look down