Safari - Grown Up lyrics

[Gus Hudson] Take a listen while I'm packing Boxes, who the f** was sitting b**hing Well I'd say that Josh is noshing on some ammunition His is slipping down intestines, figures I'm just happy I could share this knowledge with you well wishers I'm the f**ing reason I'm regretting getting heavy already All ready I'm heading steady for attention seeking comments Like they think I'm hitting menopause early Heard me early saying words like banter puns and wearing Hurley, curly hair And Fanta slurping minus rum and shouting ‘fun', now I'm spitting surly Mono tonally preferring talking like I'm James Earl Jonesing Yeah it's Stanley I'm referring I'm writing verses versus vocal manufactured persons Cos my locals wearing Persians, or the others donning purses Shirking all but house and mixing or they're spouses or they're vixens Concerning only with interning, something else I'm missing Hitting off the irony of Indy actually whipping me Study ancient history, so yes I'll f**ing set up galleries Off by all those offices that offer me a different scene Only up if boss is Mr. Offerman and city's Pawnee [SVB] (Yo, Caesar Reid is dead But on a serious note I'm about to get deep) I'm pretty happy with who I've become 'Cus when I was young, I was so dumb Book smarts I had, I was top of the cla** But that just showers with flowers the fact that I was an a** But now those hours have pa**ed, I don't cower at the past Even though I soured things with the one that I should have loved It was for the better of me, definitely we would have s**ed I was such a wimp, opposite of a pimp Never asked girls out 'cus I was afraid of what they'd think My whole life pigeon holed into being nice But what's more important: being you or being liked? Somehow I managed to change my ways Prez of Hip Hop Soc, these are the best of my days I guess I'm blessed at my age the rest are depressed or enraged Minimal stress, I got time to invest on my page I figured out girls can still be bros to me That's a shout out to GC and my girl Louise This new found maturity: it's bringing out more of me 'Cus historically I never did take things stoically So although the more I see, the less I care A cynical life is a minimal price to address my fears So when I go back home and appear the same One thing is clear for real, my dear, I changed [Tourke] Talk to Tourke, stop drop on all fours Roaming through the stockroom stores for nocturnal wars Of course, all the tours still caught up in the applause Squirming on the jaws, crawling paws of what the panther sees Cracks in the air, picking snacks out from where they anchor trees Imagine me, the fantasy of the white Carmelo Anthony Naturally imagine them, a blooming bunch of chrysanthemum Weak beaten thin like the skin of the drum, under the thumb Revenge is sweet plums and shots pop like bubblegum I feel free to flee when the key troubles come Modern day meat fled from the streets to the peaks A spot in San Andreas now atop of the Himalayas, send your prayers To the gladiator fighting for the diamonds Against the lions, tigers, pythons, pirates and the riots Be quiet, it's the violet violence rewriting science No appliances required, I'm tearing up what's written coz The body stiffens and the plot thickens Inspector Dickens inspects the kitchen to find seven kids and eleven pigeons Precision, another dead victim gone missing A messy vision turned to prison as I made the k**er incision (k**er incision)