Grow Up

Picture this
Rollin' up to your apartment
And seeing some chick
You told me that you was out workin'
Oh well who's this?
Normally I will be trippin'
But this one ain't it
Baby I ain't dumb
How many signs
Did I ignore
Gettin' caught up in all of ya lies
You don't do nothing you suppose to
And can't tell me why
Yeah
And you call yourself a grownup
Yeah

See I can do some sh
But I'm too good for that
And you might be
But I ain't in the mood for that
You wastin' my time
Yeah
I guess I gotta be the grownup
Yeah

Hmmmhmmmhmmmhmmm
What a
(What a shame)
Shame
(What a, what a shame)
Hmmmmhmmmhmmmhmmm
What a
(What a shame)
Shame
(What a, what a shame)

You needa grow up
(Do it, do it, do it)
Yeah, grow up
(Do it)
You needa grow up
(Do it)
Man I'm so tired of this picture
Don't need to battle it with ya

Mmmm
Boy you wildin' and you whinin'
(Trippin')
Yeah you wildin'
Yeah
Yeah you wildin'
Oh yeah yeah yeah

You woke up this morning
Like where was the coffee
Maybe your mama can come show you
How to use fabric softener
And baby don't worry
I'm not mad enough
To go burn up your laundry
But I gotta get far away, far away
Where I know you can't find me

Oh I can do some sh
But I'm too good for that
And you might be
I still ain't in the mood for that
You wastin' my time
Yeah yeah
I guess you're never gonna grow up
Yeah

It's your fault it all went down from here
Falling down from here, yep
It's your fault we can't go back from here
Hope I made that clear

Boy, you needa grow up
(Do it, do it, do it
Boy you wildin' and you whinin')
Grow up
(Yeah you whinin')
You needa grow up
(Yeah you whinin')
Man I'm so tired of this picture
Don't need to battle it with ya

Throw it on the wall
Throw it on the wall
Throw it on the wall
Throw it on the wall
(What a shame)

Man I'm so tired of this picture
Don't need to battle it with ya

Mmmmhmmmhmmmmhmmm
What a shame

Don't worry I'm not mad enough
To go burn up your laundry



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Writer(s): Ronald Ferebee Jr., Kenesha Nichole Brookes
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