Earl Sweatshirt - Grown Ups lyrics

Feel this cage when that acid fade Face the same but your mind has changed You desire a stable home I acquire fame at naming hoes Contemplating ways of getting dome Plotting on my neighbors Asking God for favors Guess he isn’t home Probably ‘cause that f**ing faith I didn’t show Skippin church, flip the work Hit the dirt, like Tommy run it b**h Grew up in a home that papa wasn’t in Came up off of work that my conscience wasn't in Either way it goes, a lot is getting hit And if it wasn’t hoes, then it probably was a lick Got burners on my soul, and my posse on my skin Sweaty D-A dollar top lotto picks Promise that I am not the one to f**ing plot against Love him, but my father ain't my mother f**ing friend Trying to figure out how to start a mother f**ing end Trend dodging, keep a b**h by me Back roll Garbage bag full of xans Teach myself to rap and steal n***a Cash is in hand Packs get vac sealed Like the Tin Man Cardiac Stillness Cardiac still missing Don’t know where I’m going, don’t know where I been Never trust these hoes, don’t even trust my friends Tell that b**h to roll up, f**ing with some grown ups Don’t know where I’m going, don’t know where I been Never trust these hoes, don’t even trust my friends Tell that b**h to roll up, f**ing with some grown ups My mama wonder why it never seem to reach See my Daddy in the way I'm acting And my facial features Just trying to put you on Dog I came from teachers Take the plate and clean it n***a I’m a dog Tell her hit or miss me with the f**ing monologue Lord I can't fight it Know I'm tryna brawl Get a copper hauled off I'm the type of n***a that you cop your raw off Popping hoes off Grab the board and these n***as call charge Chain switches jerseys like it's all star Press the OnStar Think it's all lost