I Don't give a fux productions - Grow Up lyrics

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I Don't give a fux productions - Grow Up lyrics

Ya,grow up how the f**,could I do so,I know I will though immaturity is how I deal with my stress,because in reality I'm always depressed,everyone's problems being told to me maturity of our brains doesn't happen till were 25, what will I do with life, I know stay with my wife and baby if its a no I'll stay with you still if its a yes I guess we'll have a lil'will or a girl,but everyone telling me I still can't do what I want just because I don't act how you expected doesn't mean sh**! I live life now how I want it I've paid all my dues all the crap I've been through should be something I can rap about,I'm short, scary, not very marry, but I don't care cause I'm different cause apparently not everyone can rap, f** that trap, although its hot the beats don't sound that interesting alongside the synth,I know god I've sin'nithed by adultery why does it matter I don't even like the bible,call me , possessed,f** it sure why not I'm sick of labels at high school the names received to me were not nice or pretty everybody was hating me and I had no f**ing idea why.Hate f** you my life is what I'm trying to accomplish and keep on b**hing wishing you can do everything and anything you can its in action man that gets you through your goals and plans.Do I have to map it out for ya I thought about how to do it even before I read a book to do with soup on it. So quit your b**hin' and it all. I've screwed up my own life, with my love, god if you can hear me from up above, I really need to know what is it that you think I can do all by myself should I stock shelves or stalk people and continue on down my psychotic road, or make me , family , and girl all happy in our aboad, growing up makes me wanna throw up,just because I've been wanting to feel free and fight against everyone,but then in reality everybody else would win and I would end up dying with a grin,life has only given me hardship and bruises on my shins,my skin peels under it feels gross don't know how most people can agree with themselves because this planet smells. So many negatives not enough positives, my emotions have been retorted,retarded,recorded, pushed forward beyond my limits of capacity,I keep thinking,pa**ively,pa**ionately,ultimately,last thing I gotta do is get off my a** and become manly.Nothing more to hide is a lie, genocide ashes have filled my brain and that is why Dr. Vilson has taken me on his train but I tame myself as if I were a shrew, this sh**,is bullsh**, it doesn't fit my lyrics but I don't give a fux if it do or don't, hopefully I don't get pressurized and surprised by our home my native land.This rap just turned bland, I still wanna grow up to be a one man lyricist band because no one will give me a f**ing hand.My dad has left leaving me and my mom felt like he didn't love us no more I couldn't get it the f** out of my head even when I'm doing a bloody chore.My dad does,speed,did coke, no joke, no hope, no nothing at all can't even fill out my mom's divorce papers because he doesn't have money nor what he wants.My mom is good but she just kept b**hin about every situation and complaining,explaining,demanding me to help her as if I f**ing could at this time I was ten years old. Guys coming on buys and leaving I knew why's they were going to give it a f**ing tries.Protection is all I could guarantee,but when she told me there was no reason too I started getting angry and thinking to myself how do I change I became so angry I became deranged started having ideas on personalities as I switched back and forth three times, mom , dad, friends I'm sorry I hated life back then, mom also did d** too, but mom I did forgive you. Dad I'm glad we see each other but we need to see a counsellor, who knows what will happen with me rapping in the future,but there are too many wounds that pound in my head every day because all this bullsh** is all I've ever wanted to say I love y'all but I wanna slay all of y'all because I also hate hate all of y'all. West public north side nothing more to hide rhymes with genocide I don't even know any more man