Lyrics:
Lately, she's tryin' to move on with her life
She's got two grown kids always there by her side
But her happiness lives on the edge of a knife
rapper weed, ridin' 'round London with my pistol
Touch me and you'll find about my killers that was wishful
Every day up before I leave it's like
ask god why
Why I hurt why I cry
Will I go survive tonight
Wake up young suicide
Time to go live ya life
By tonight I see tomorrow
Trip and fall
Fuck with my team, get filled up with lead
Pussy I was in the green, mamba by the zed
Now my face is in the scene fucking up the levs
Haze boy daily,
My idea of the perfect day is to stay inside
And when grown men with little balls
And listen to lovers lie
I can't wait 'til tomorrow that's when
to speak up
Otherwise, that's it at all, if it's just a rumour
Then we're grown, we don't need to bring things up like that
'Cause you know there's enough
proud of it
My idea of the perfect day is to stay inside
And when grown men with little balls
And listen to lovers lie
I can't wait 'til tomorrow
responding
No plans no lands so
Grown-man syndrome
Ex-planeteer
You can grow out or grow up
Just out last your peers
And the children of the corn syrup
hell that was back a few years
Now weeds have grown up and the buildings falling down
You'd think they'd figured out by now
It's just a tumbleweed
believed in what you said that day
But was already doomed
The more you've learned and grown
The less you cared for me
But I was too blinded by my
they still act all just the same
Just grown up kids, willing to do it all over again
CHORUS
Cause life ain?t nothing but a Merry Go Round
Pick up
By sick fate we are born
They should have used condoms
Everything is being blamed on us
Mistakes, their fuck-ups
Weight of the world on shoulders
to find you
But I've been looking for something for so long now
But then when I look at you
Something in that open honest grown-up smile
Frightens me
cause it's what the suburbs and the hood needs
Wreckin' the thought that heaven's earned by your goods deeds
I'm mad precise when it's the after-life
Mind time, it only comes around once
I'm youth, I ain't grown up yet
But I don't know what to do with it
And all my brothers up north are good
Raised by kids who gave us names
These grown up children we became
Who spread the gossip and the shame
We waited
For love, for dreams in the night
weary grown ups all wear
In the sun she dances to silent music
Songs that are spun of gold
Somewhere in her own little head
Someday all too soon
it happened the way they said it
Had to cut some partners off, swear to y'all it ain't my fault
I've been grown since I was seven and I was born
don't 'give a damn'
I really don't 'give a damn' bitch
[Tonedeff]
Gimme this microphone, and stand clear
As I tear into this bitch like I fucked up
that know me
Don't cop down to that pressure
My mother woke me up
One day said "boy you gettin grown"
Your momma has 3 jobs
Your momma is gettin known
So
grown up to fast
Lost her innocence at last
Cruel revenge hurt in her heart
Breaks dependences apart
And now he's begging on his knees
Lay your
beats alright, but now I thknk I want a xylophone
With my cipher grown, many mics are blown
You're in the Maestro zone
Now I gotta flow, hurdle any
This is your thug turned punk
This is grown men crying
This is bombs in the street
Blowin' up when I drive buy 'em
Or its rpg's launched at me
Crossroads, wrong picks, my vanity
All the positive thoughts try to abandon me
Lost, mistake by mistake has grown
I got crap on my mind, feeling
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