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lirik lagu grow up – mr. white

[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
death of a child happened too early
exposed to the world, replaced love, with all the fury
alphabet soup and bread and b-tter, turned to thirsty
desperation in search of someone to learn me
(sipping gin in a box of welches, heard me)
looking at em polaroids p-ss
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 -ss has p-ssed
and we next on the block to get done, runway
from sitting l!ckin’ 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-t 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 compet-tions, b-tches 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 p-ss
faces ain’t last like they used to
so unusual, how futile it is to give in
f-ck your negativity let’s just live

[verse 2: leon willis]
homie don’t blow it, cuz we are
the motherf-cking 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-ggas known to leave scars
ugh, we all going through the struggle
searching out for my soul, these young n-ggas 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-ck it, all of yo kids gon’ make it
cuz you really did try pursuing all of your greatness

- mr white

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