Mr. White - Grow Up lyrics

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Mr. White - Grow Up lyrics

[Verse 1: Mr. White] Driving home from Knotts Berry Farm No worries, no more car alarms, I'm in my seat I'm boosted, lucid, dreaming of Spongebob and Tommy Pickles Lost my decency when I hit 90 pounds, candle-lit vigil d**h of a child happened too early Exposed to the world, replaced love, with all the fury Alphabet soup and bread and bu*ter, turned to thirsty Desperation in search of someone to learn me (Sipping gin in a box of welches, heard me) Looking at em polaroids pa** Wish I could remember what my Granny said last Wish I knew the words "grew", "up", "too", and "fast" Before I left it behind, to get to where my a** has pa**ed And we next on the block to get done, runway From sitting lickin' sickles in the sun, Kool-aid Hoping my childhood can become, what we made our lives around Firefighting, policing, and touching clouds Nothing can stop us now I'm way too high to be feeling this down While you can drown in mistakes, instead of breaking the brakes Live for the future, and move for what you do to be great I know you like to think your sh** don't stink But look underneath the Maybelline it's all the same We humans, souls, cherish able, our prospects gold Like miners with coal, smoking a bowl I ain't trying to spit flugazi just for fame or just provoke a ho Coca Cola competitions, b**hes carry my logo I don't intend to second guess, the future's in my knuckle so Excuse me if I chuckle at notions of getting old [Bridge: Mr. White] Living in the past, memories pa** Faces ain't last like they used to So unusual, how futile it is to give in f** your negativity let's just live [Verse 2: Leon Willis] Homie don't blow it, cuz we are The motherf**ing future, got the code like a key card No, I don't think they know who we are Stockholm what I'm repping, and my n***as known to leave scars Ugh, we all going through the struggle Searching out for my soul, these young n***as stay humble Praying for self control, oh, now there he go I don't need no light show, controlling the maestro Yeah, and I do it on the daily Doing it for my mom's your youngest son gon' make it f** it, all of yo kids gon' make it Cuz you really did try pursuing all of your greatness

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