Lyrics:
know the chronos, livin in the matrix, you get no bonus
diet from donuts, far from grown ups, invited them to knowledge, none of them show up
i got
the north pole
I came out of mind control with my soul
Talents utilized and honed
Grown man in the zone
No remorse for this course
Slung out wild horse
to getting rich
From wishing we were born with a better fortune
But I hold my fate in my own hands
No more little kid's games
Shit I'm a grown man
When it
want to end up dying by vomit inside my lung and I want my grandkids looking up to their dad cuz I made him a man,
c provider, a fighter, a lover, full
her car with the personalised plates,
That lady in lace, collecting her mail,
while her husband waits by the door, watching his girl, watching me next
gotta be down and know the deal
Play your grown up role we chill
And on and on and on and on
Champagne we pour with patron
Uh, Jay305 crusin
Listen boos
it's priceless
It can't caught by a pawn shop
You wish we could mind swap
This grown man put his destiny in his own hand
Dreaming of own land while
Hey, sista, whatcha gon' do...?
Goin' down by the river
Gonna play with you
Papa don't like no screamin' 'round here
No lip from da woman
You who I cradled in my arms.
You,
Asking as little as you can.
Little snip of a little man,
I know I'd give my life for you.
You didn't ask
to blame
For sending all my bridges up in flames
There's nothing left to do but pray for rain
At first I didn't realize just how far
We'd grown
A new era, we been smackin' niggas' lids
Y'all ship sinkin', man
Y'all captain must be dead fuckin' my bitch
Countin' racks up in my head
I pulled out
grown man
It's a struggle, livin' like a good boy oughta
In the summer, watchin' all the girls pass by
When your mama, heard the way that you'd been
stayed
East coast, West coast (yeah, Tom Mason!)
North, South (PD!)
You see, I'm grown up now
I got new thoughts
New parkin' lot, pennies in
I've always thought love can make a difference
My life, off white
Brought up by my own type
That ain't right
First class, near passed
Life lived
and leave you high and dry
Chorus:
Cause she's got a way of walkin that could make a
grown man cry
She's got a way of talkin that could make you
believe her
I've always thought love can make a difference
My life, off white
Brought up by my own type
That ain't right
First class, near passed
Life lived
snowed in like the temperature's below ten
Citizens open up shows for more snowmen
Scrawny boys rock bubblegooses to pose like grown men
And you can
this is grape juice and cheap vodka, man, this isn't even wine
I'm smokin shredded cardboard, eating sawdust baked with lime
this is not the truth you
Big bubba
Grown
But n his eyes
Man i was still a kid
Wish one more tyme
We'd hit the lake and catch a couple fish
My patna gone
Im all alone
Swear i
no
I live in ma attitude
Local man still a low key bloke
Grown tho I still give ma mama
Her lovely boy
Some days, I dip, the bread into the tea
Other
me high, I gotta have it
Shoot up smoke it sniff it terrific I'm gifted
Doing stick ups without a biscuit
Just to get the cash at last a megeblast
If you ain't from the backwoods up in them sticks
If you ain't toting a shotgun and loving to spit
If you don't salute when the red white and blue
never see me when the lights on
I'm the one on stage getting flashed by these Nikons
They say i'm an icon, for these younger kids
But no one sees what
at me
But an eight ball a day keeps the doctor in my way and I can barely see
I'm known as a six-year-old living inside of a grown man
and I'm so high
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