Lyrics:
Yo what's good dude?
Hey man, just chillin', we at the studio
What about you man? Oh you know
Now you see me, now you don't, Houdini
Too grown for
I'm in my element
It's all real, it's all real, I keep telling 'em
Check ya boy yeah he grown
This ain't blood sweat tears this is blood flesh bone
by day
Tiny tutus and little bows
Everything I wanted and I still don't know
Answers to questions that grown-ups should get
But you're changing me
Cavity hearts well-worn like home
Got a plan to seek frozen comfort
Start by breaking all the mirrors that you own
Throw the love away you know
(You own)
option
If my business ain't popping
Then I might just start mopping
Provide by any means yeah that's necessary
Decide my home team is never secondary
Yeah
a baby but your body say you grown
It's hard to understand you never really seen a man
So you became a victim to the first to hold your hand
I pray to God
intangible with a heart made of glass
Enemies with time as I've grown up too fast
Release me with the animals as I talk out my ass
Enemies with time as we
and a half
By now I really should have it figured out
And I don't really feel like a grown-up
Just some bitch with sore knees
And some crippling self-doubt
Ain't nobody waitin' by the phone for ya
You ain't gotta come home if ya
Wanna play these games
Better get their names nigga
I'm just too grown for
home now
Pictures gettin old, my lil' girl lookin grown now
Your moms said you're talkin on your own, walkin on your own now
Run across the kitchen
shit, huh, Dre?
Oh, for sho'
Yeah
Check me out
It's still Dre, Day nigga, AK, nigga
Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot
'Cause when
grown tell the lady in the liquor that she's forgiven, so come home
Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us
When Miles Davis cuttin' lose
to kiss
I deep stroke, and make her bite her fist
The lights is on, the night is grown
We get it poppin' 'cause we know we can when wifey home
Malcolm till the day game
Lil' Latasha sure grown, tell the lady in the liquor store that she's forgiven
So come home
Maybe in time you'll understand, only
That wasn't me at a quarter to three back in our backyard
Tearing up the roses and the home grown tomatoes in my new car
Those bottles in
Melody, listen for the phone
While I change my clothes
He knows by now I'm home
Three days waiting took its toil
This trying to type and crying
It's
home? All you gotta do is knock"
You see I left home a boy but returned as a man
Full grown and I'm still not able to stand
"I gave you a hand", well
grown tell the lady in the liquor that she's forgiven, so come home
Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us
When Miles Davis cuttin' lose
I'm a long, long way from home
But you know I stay by my phone
In the T, I'm all alone, yeah-yeah
On the streets, I'm with my folks
Time just
Now who don't wanna roll on, chrome with then go home with
Get you to the crib, give you some grown dick
I let you hold my pounds down, purchasin' you
girls out there, that fit my rhyme
You'd better think twice before you jump on mine
Little girl's so thick, you might think she's grown
But if you knew
it's me and you
We'll find our home
All is well, you're gonna need to take my hand
I'm thinking about how I'm gonna relax
If the weight of the world is
And it's difficult
To find the one you're destined to sustain
For years to come, and years to go
The feelings grown and gain
This is not
There was a lost girl
Feet under-grown
Bare and all alone
She wandered the streets at night
A vacant disguise
Nomad til sunrise
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