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Miss almost grown
Miss never let a man help her off her throne
So, by keeping her heart protected
She'd never ever feel rejected
Little miss
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
somethin' man, your ass is grown
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
(Kids, sing, kids, sing)
We wasn't supposed to make it
grow on up
And the color pink and curls can rock a grown man's world
I learned Sunday mornin' ain't the only time for forgivin'
And love's where you
a fool
We were just doing things grown people in love do
And your man trying to figure out what we were up to
Saying, "Why can't you keep your
a grown man cry
Like a clear blue sky
Hovering over that still water
Said that's how it feels, oh baby
That's how it feels being loved by you woman
Come
being crowded by these grown thoughts
Reality is catching up with me
Taking my inner child, I'm fighting for custody
With these responsibilities that
Got no social graces
Never know my place
One thing I am sure of
You can't judge a man by his race
Birth don't come easy
Freedom doesn't come
Got no social graces
Never know my place
One thing I am sure of
You can't judge a man by his race
Birth don't come easy
Freedom doesn't come
can't help but shine
Here is a grown man crying
Mixed up in confusion so badly disillusioned
This precious love I've had
Slipped away so fast
Now
Always sittin' by the phone
Daffodils are poppin' up out behind the clothesline
Underneath that tree I planted when I was just a boy of nine
Man, I
a grown man
Sittin' in the sand, drinkin' pina coladas
With a double shot of rum, just chillin' right by the water
No judges, no lawyers, in a whole
Common sense
A blog post
Climate denial
A grown-up man
Rational but sentimental
Attacked, emasculated
By Fridays for Future
It's tradition
I want
Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up
Talk to the, talk to the, hand
Bitch, you talkin' to a grown ass man
It's, like way way
(My man?)
(You know I'm your man)
(What?)
(Uh)
(Yeah)
(What, what?)
Yo, where the brother by my side at?
Yo, you really need to stop that
the losers
You made a whole army, an army of babies
Some of them stupid, some of them crazy
Pick up your action, act like a grown man
Look at the winners,
slip-ups haunt me in my dreams
And I can’t sleep although I think I can
It’s insomnia I think I have
But who cares when I’m not your man?
Standing in
You are just the kind of girl I always wanted
When I was a little boy thinkin' 'bout bein' grown
Now that I'm a man, you come along
And I cannot
Though I do not shed a tear
My eyes are dusty
Though I have faced my fear of fears
I am shaken by the coming on of the years
I am a feeling man but I
grown up
But how ya ex girl get that new number
The rumors was so numerous
For sticking by me I had to give you two thumbs up
And that's why
below the Marlboro man, above the right field wall
We do the wave all by ourself
Hey ump, a blind man could've made that call
We like our beer flat
of your own.
Little princess certainly grown,
And there's a man, he's smiling at you.
He must have been the one who always knew.
You had a heart
barbecue, for real (real)
All these days already gone by (gone by)
Man, I ain't seen your ass in a long time
Put a little gin in the punch (punch)
Grandma
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