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good will hunting
by Ashton
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You beautiful child
You child of gold
You beautiful, beautiful soul
Don't you ever grow old
I know you blame yourself
But you was young
You couldn't tame yourself
If you was listening and a lie was sprung
Your brain couldn't help
If the ones you chilled among jumped off a cliff, you would've done the same I felt
Didn't know the difference between a game or a lame, happily claim things that would've tarnished your name
If we was all picture perfect we'd all be in the frame but you was flame, in pain who brought rain upon himself
Now we all grown up, growing with the pain that was dealt
Now we all torn up, between mental health and wealth
Keep it pushing brodi, says the homie who doesn't know me
But I guess that's on me and my stealth, can't let him hit me under my belt
Well I guess there's something amazing about a homie who loves you and doesn't know you
That must mean that despite what I been through, I'm still good in his view
I'm not picture perfect but my mom still got my picture on her shelf
You beautiful child
You child of gold
You beautiful, beautiful soul
Don't you ever grow old
My inner child died before he even got to play
Hiding my emotions crying tears in the rain
This ain't the way they raised me I'm the one you should blame
I vented to a friend he said we one in the same
I got mad and didn't answer the message I think that he got the message
Me and bro ain't even texting I told him something that's hidden
Didn't get the chance to tell him I get it, grew pessimistic
But what's the worst that could happen ain't that ironic
Had to learn to find peace in my own solace
I accepted that I'm broken, product of my problems
I didn't get this from my role models I'm my own person
It's deeper than the surface something I ain't dealt with
The heat under my skin is growing hotter by the minute
I'm in a body but I don't know who the fuck he is
Would I be different if my actions deflected my sins
If it's supposed to be this way I guess that's what it is
You beautiful child
You child of gold
You beautiful beautiful soul
Don't you ever grow old
You beautiful child
You child of gold
You beautiful, beautiful soul
Don't you ever grow old
I know you blame yourself
But you was young
You couldn't tame yourself
If you was listening and a lie was sprung
Your brain couldn't help
If the ones you chilled among jumped off a cliff, you would've done the same I felt
Didn't know the difference between a game or a lame, happily claim things that would've tarnished your name
If we was all picture perfect we'd all be in the frame but you was flame, in pain who brought rain upon himself
Now we all grown up, growing with the pain that was dealt
Now we all torn up, between mental health and wealth
Keep it pushing brodi, says the homie who doesn't know me
But I guess that's on me and my stealth, can't let him hit me under my belt
Well I guess there's something amazing about a homie who loves you and doesn't know you
That must mean that despite what I been through, I'm still good in his view
I'm not picture perfect but my mom still got my picture on her shelf
You beautiful child
You child of gold
You beautiful, beautiful soul
Don't you ever grow old
My inner child died before he even got to play
Hiding my emotions crying tears in the rain
This ain't the way they raised me I'm the one you should blame
I vented to a friend he said we one in the same
I got mad and didn't answer the message I think that he got the message
Me and bro ain't even texting I told him something that's hidden
Didn't get the chance to tell him I get it, grew pessimistic
But what's the worst that could happen ain't that ironic
Had to learn to find peace in my own solace
I accepted that I'm broken, product of my problems
I didn't get this from my role models I'm my own person
It's deeper than the surface something I ain't dealt with
The heat under my skin is growing hotter by the minute
I'm in a body but I don't know who the fuck he is
Would I be different if my actions deflected my sins
If it's supposed to be this way I guess that's what it is
You beautiful child
You child of gold
You beautiful beautiful soul
Don't you ever grow old
