Grown Up
I been livin life fast in a spaceship
Damn I'm really 18 I made it
Adult life imma have to face it
I feel like a kid tho I'm living in the matrix
Why
Do I have to grow
I'm comfortable at home
But I'm really not
I wanna smoke pot
Think up rhymes I jot
I been living like a bot
I'm not a kid with snot
But a big grown man I'm not
I wanna drive fast in a NASCAR
Fuck a bad lil bih from Madagascar
Do some dumb ass shit and get a couple scars
Find a group of people who will listen to my fucking bars
I'm fine on my own tho
I'd rather be lone than with snake foes
I'd rather be lone than with false hoes
I'd rather be lone and stick to my goals
Woah
Wait
It's hard to listen to my fate
These bitches made me close the gate
And they wan get mad when I don't fuck with dates
Woah
Damn
That bih sucked my dick on the cam
I found out that she had a man
So many these bitches turn out to be tramps
Why
Do I have to grow
I'm comfortable at home
But I'm really not
I wanna smoke pot
Think up rhymes I jot
I been living like a bot
I'm not a kid with snot
But a big grown man I'm not
Why
Do I have to grow
I'm comfortable at
Sike bitch
I been jumping outta bed with a night wish
Or not it could be that whiskey Irish
Fuck man a nigga tryna get rich
But that takes time
When i get there I'll provide for mines
But I'm focused on evading mines
And paving the way for all of my slimes
Why
Do I have to grow
I'm comfortable at home
But I'm really not
Fuck I'm really not
Damn I'm really 18 I made it
Adult life imma have to face it
I feel like a kid tho I'm living in the matrix
Why
Do I have to grow
I'm comfortable at home
But I'm really not
I wanna smoke pot
Think up rhymes I jot
I been living like a bot
I'm not a kid with snot
But a big grown man I'm not
I wanna drive fast in a NASCAR
Fuck a bad lil bih from Madagascar
Do some dumb ass shit and get a couple scars
Find a group of people who will listen to my fucking bars
I'm fine on my own tho
I'd rather be lone than with snake foes
I'd rather be lone than with false hoes
I'd rather be lone and stick to my goals
Woah
Wait
It's hard to listen to my fate
These bitches made me close the gate
And they wan get mad when I don't fuck with dates
Woah
Damn
That bih sucked my dick on the cam
I found out that she had a man
So many these bitches turn out to be tramps
Why
Do I have to grow
I'm comfortable at home
But I'm really not
I wanna smoke pot
Think up rhymes I jot
I been living like a bot
I'm not a kid with snot
But a big grown man I'm not
Why
Do I have to grow
I'm comfortable at
Sike bitch
I been jumping outta bed with a night wish
Or not it could be that whiskey Irish
Fuck man a nigga tryna get rich
But that takes time
When i get there I'll provide for mines
But I'm focused on evading mines
And paving the way for all of my slimes
Why
Do I have to grow
I'm comfortable at home
But I'm really not
Fuck I'm really not
Credits
Writer(s): Tamsir Toure
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