![]() ![]() It's so much colder that I thought it would be I just realized everything I have is someday gonna be gone Remember the footsteps, remember the words saidĪnd all your little brother's favorite songs Memorize what it sounded like when your dad gets home Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room No one's ever burned you, nothing's ever left you scarredĪnd even though you want to, just try to never grow up You're in the car on the way to the moviesĪnd you're mortified your mom's dropping you offĪnd you can't wait to move out someday and call your own shotsīut don't make her drop you off around the blockĪnd don't lose the way that you dance around in your pj's getting ready for school I won't let nobody hurt you, won't let no one break your heart To you everything's funny, you got nothing to regretĭon't you ever grow up, just stay this littleĭon't you ever grow up, it could stay this simple So I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light ![]() Your little eyelids flutter cause you're dreaming Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS).Your little hand's wrapped around my finger Grow up song lyrics code#Get the embed code Bishop Lamont - God Damn N!gga It's About Fucking Time! Album Up3.HallelujahBishop Lamont Lyrics provided by But either way, someday homeboy you know you gotta grow up. Got to wait till shes asleep, before you can bone. You bought an Iphone, but live in ya mama home. Got your draws all out, what you wanna stripdance? And homeboy, what you doing in the 5X, You ain't that big, shits lookin' like a dress. Why you wearing a wave cap that ain't got waves? Wear that shit out in public, andon church days. Ain'y you got kids to raise? Instead of acting liek him nigga, act your age. Think your Chris Brown, but you look like keep sweat(?) bitch. At the club, acting young, wearing the wrong shit. Your wife at home, your wasting gas, tryin' to bust a bitch. You wanna save Hip Hop rappers, then you gotta grow up. It's all fall, and eveything to flip flop. Whack beats, catchy hooks, and little ass kids. ![]() ![]() Your biker chains, designer shades, just ain't right, especially when you can't breathe, cause your pants to tight. Instead of coppin' that, you should of copped the food chain. A few days ago I eard you pawned that chain. Now that's an intresting thang, cause in your video, your having so much blang. Go out to eat, it's your treat, but at the last minute, say you forgot it, never had it, won't ever spend it. A Guchi wallet, but ain't got cash in it. You got a Bentley, but can't keep gasin' it. You ain't a kid no more, I think it's time to grow, homie you better know, you know it's time to grow,Ĭause nigga you to grown, go out and get your own, those childish ways are gone, I think you better grow up It never hits home, till your homie get clapped, you at the funeral with tears, sayin to yourself "you gotta' grow up"* Few blocks down the street, couple fools get capped, Nigga bullets ain't pick-y, could of been a wrap. Shit riskin' all odds, we never saw it like that. Get to duckin', when they buckin', gang altercation. Hit the shaw, liquor, bank, then the gas station. A teenage life, when you think you know everything, about everything, and don't know a damn thing. Freestyle me, while I continue to bullshit. Roll around the streets, get drunk and shoplift. My dad always said it's easier to keep up, then it is to catch up, but all I did was mess up. I use to think fucking up was cool, loved ditchin' class, till I didn't pass high school. ![]()
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