OnCue - The Geoffrey lyrics

Papa was a Rolling Stone, Papa was a fiend Mama was my cornerstone, in karma I believe They say he tryin' to recover, prayin' that he succeed Can't forget the past, still pouring outta me And sh**, and better yet, it's about to be Let's reflect on the times we were young and naive Summers by the creeks, swimming in the water Hard to see, olly oxen free, belly flopping from a tree Wanna dream as vivid as I did as a kid Part of me never jumped, still hanging by a limb Back then couldn't dunk, I could barely touch the rim Now we do sh** they can't touch, they barely reach my shins Baby look who caught the brand new Nike Airs He already told you, head of y'all by light years Said I wasn't strong enough, guess what? I'm right here Sleep on me long enough I become your nightmare Hook: This is the story of a boy named Geoffrey Grew up with blue skies but clouds turned grey when my daddy went and left me, yeah Now I'm gonna stand out, I got it all planned out I'mma do this on my own see I ain't takin notes I dont want any handouts I'mma do this on my own like a real man should Do this on my own like a real man should Do this on my own like a real man should Do this on my own like a real man, like a grown man Like a grown man Like a grown man Pack my bags pack my bags motherf**er I'm gone Tell my friends that I love 'em tell my family hold on Tell my girl she perfect never did me wrong, but These kids screaming my name I'm boutta put a song Stubborn as a mule cause my pride too strong Think I'm f**in' cool cause I write cool songs, still Finding myself where did I go wrong never asked for a dime now my sanity gone All this pain, misery mines too long I need some therapy that's why I write you these poems Know when you peaced the f** out it left me stranded Looked up to the sky and on my feet, I landed These cuts are deep I don't take 'em for granted Not a fool not to recognize a lesson when its handed,so I grew up moved out, only thing to do now Finish what I started now they all askin' who now Who woulda thought though we in the booth & cars Strung out on different pills fly around and close jaws Your only shootin' stars motherf** your pity I got all I need right here it lives in me Music is a vessel its gon' grant me my freedom Life ain't a sitcom definitely not a rerun Became my own man, I vowed I'mma be one So f** a father figure sh**, I don't even need one [Hook] [Outro] Person 1 "Here ya go." Person 2 "What? what is this?" Person 1 "Its called a Geoffrey, bit of this bit of that Person 2 "Why the f** is it called a Geoffrey?" Person 1 "Cause, who could be scared of a Geoffrey? Person 3 "Yeah Geoffrey's just this nice bloat from down the road isn't he?" Person 2 "What's wrong with you?" "Hello I'm Geoffrey and I just moved in"