Wtwta
Everybody wanna be the same thing
I didn't come up in the street, so I'm never gon' act like I gang bang
Went to jail for a week, so I never had to slave in no chain gang
Momma made ends meet, so I never had to wait 'til the mail came
Just to get a check and go eat
Said I've been doing my thing
Baby don't worry 'bout me, I'm gon' be okay
Good kid where the wild things are, lost faith but I found my way
Around here you gotta grow up fast, around here you gotta grow up fast
Or life gon' kick that ass, young boy you better grow up fast
It's 2 a.m. and my bed getting lonely
Late night talks with all my dead homies
Late night walks I tread my thoughts slowly
Toward a dead-end destination I keep going
Knowing nothing gonna bring y'all back
So I live like I wish you had, I miss you bad
I wanna tell you that I love you, but I missed my chance
That's that shit that I should have said years in advance
But, it's better belated so brother backtrack
Never have regrets, forgive and forget
That's that, move on
Memories metaphorically nuanced
With nightly nightmares that's a nuisance
Got a lot of problems, earth to Houston
My head in the clouds, and my boots in the boondocks
Saints got a past, every sinner a new shot
We all make a path
Which one will you walk?
Everybody wanna be the same thing
I didn't come up in the street, so I'm never gon' act like I gang bang
Went to jail for a week, so I never had to slave in no chain gang
Momma made ends meet, so I never had to wait 'til the mail came
Just to get a check and go eat
Said I've been doing my thing
Baby don't worry 'bout me, I'm gon' be okay
Good kid where the wild things are, lost faith but I found my way
Around here you gotta grow up fast, around here you gotta grow up fast
Or life gon' kick that ass, young boy you better grow up fast
Wake up, get prayed up
Grave yard shift, straight slave for the pay stubs
23 like J's that I lace up
Gotta get the cake on the plate for the taste buds
'Cuz I haven't ate in a minute, but I'm patient with this shit
They waiting for Satan to pay 'em a visit
Won't trade in my soul in exchange for no ticket
Like Charlie, I'm sorry don't hate on the misfit
I'm 'gon be king of them wild things
Living the life that a child dreams
While I sit in my room writing rhyme schemes
I've been grinding this shit out since 19
Through the lightning and the rain
Depression and panic, the pressure and pain
I promise progression, put that on my name
Forever remain, and never that change 'cuz
Everybody wanna be the same thing
I didn't come up in the street, so I'm never gon' act like I gang bang
Went to jail for a week, so I never had to slave in no chain gang
Momma made ends meet, so I never had to wait 'til the mail came
Just to get a check and go eat
Said I've been doing my thing
Baby don't worry 'bout me, I'm gon' be okay
Good kid where the wild things are, lost faith but I found my way
Around here you gotta grow up fast, around here you gotta grow up fast
Or life gon' kick that ass, young boy you better grow up fast
I didn't come up in the street, so I'm never gon' act like I gang bang
Went to jail for a week, so I never had to slave in no chain gang
Momma made ends meet, so I never had to wait 'til the mail came
Just to get a check and go eat
Said I've been doing my thing
Baby don't worry 'bout me, I'm gon' be okay
Good kid where the wild things are, lost faith but I found my way
Around here you gotta grow up fast, around here you gotta grow up fast
Or life gon' kick that ass, young boy you better grow up fast
It's 2 a.m. and my bed getting lonely
Late night talks with all my dead homies
Late night walks I tread my thoughts slowly
Toward a dead-end destination I keep going
Knowing nothing gonna bring y'all back
So I live like I wish you had, I miss you bad
I wanna tell you that I love you, but I missed my chance
That's that shit that I should have said years in advance
But, it's better belated so brother backtrack
Never have regrets, forgive and forget
That's that, move on
Memories metaphorically nuanced
With nightly nightmares that's a nuisance
Got a lot of problems, earth to Houston
My head in the clouds, and my boots in the boondocks
Saints got a past, every sinner a new shot
We all make a path
Which one will you walk?
Everybody wanna be the same thing
I didn't come up in the street, so I'm never gon' act like I gang bang
Went to jail for a week, so I never had to slave in no chain gang
Momma made ends meet, so I never had to wait 'til the mail came
Just to get a check and go eat
Said I've been doing my thing
Baby don't worry 'bout me, I'm gon' be okay
Good kid where the wild things are, lost faith but I found my way
Around here you gotta grow up fast, around here you gotta grow up fast
Or life gon' kick that ass, young boy you better grow up fast
Wake up, get prayed up
Grave yard shift, straight slave for the pay stubs
23 like J's that I lace up
Gotta get the cake on the plate for the taste buds
'Cuz I haven't ate in a minute, but I'm patient with this shit
They waiting for Satan to pay 'em a visit
Won't trade in my soul in exchange for no ticket
Like Charlie, I'm sorry don't hate on the misfit
I'm 'gon be king of them wild things
Living the life that a child dreams
While I sit in my room writing rhyme schemes
I've been grinding this shit out since 19
Through the lightning and the rain
Depression and panic, the pressure and pain
I promise progression, put that on my name
Forever remain, and never that change 'cuz
Everybody wanna be the same thing
I didn't come up in the street, so I'm never gon' act like I gang bang
Went to jail for a week, so I never had to slave in no chain gang
Momma made ends meet, so I never had to wait 'til the mail came
Just to get a check and go eat
Said I've been doing my thing
Baby don't worry 'bout me, I'm gon' be okay
Good kid where the wild things are, lost faith but I found my way
Around here you gotta grow up fast, around here you gotta grow up fast
Or life gon' kick that ass, young boy you better grow up fast
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Writer(s): Kevin Miner
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