Vitamin String Quartet - Growing Up lyrics

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Vitamin String Quartet - Growing Up lyrics

[Verse One: G, The Wiz] When I was I kid I wanted to go to Mars When I was teen I wanted to be a rockstar Like Kurt Cobain or Gerrard Way Just like time that began to fade When I heard Hip-Hop and Kanye West College Dropout that sh** was the best My only fear was that I'd sound like the rest So I became a producer who would've guessed The kid who loved rock now pursues the rapping Skateboard wheels because I'm still not driving I never got to cla** because of late registration "Growing Up" sounds just like “Late Orchestration” Recorded, Written, Produced by myself The only buzz in the Pacific Northwest Independent rapper trying to pa** the test I hope I get a feature before I put this to rest It's only been awhile but it feels like forever I'm always on my feet because I gotta pay less I know I gotta blow and get out of this mess Maybe I won't or maybe I will I still got heart and I still got pride I still got faith that's the lion inside I still got beats and samples that ride Semi-Charmed Life by Third Eye Blind [Verse Two: G, The Wiz] Before the sun I know comes the rain We all know that Rome wasn't built in a day I'm a starving artist get paid as a background This ain't NYC but it sure feels like it I'm never sleeping just always recording Til my arts in display up on the city stage Like Mic check mic check one two three If I get a big cheer I might buy you a beer I'm not a drinker just a heavy thinker Dreamer; Feel this Spitting out words like a printer I'm fuelled by mistakes And thoughts like splinters My heart is warm just like the winter This may sound tight but i'm still beginner It's never to late to pick up the pace I rather be the tortoise instead of the hare Slow and steady is what wins the race My balance is sharp and my slow is fast I rather be a Neo than an agent Smith My come up is a fact and so not a myth So To any rap mag, complex double X L Better see me I'm self taught and compelled And my past three summers have been withheld Always focused make sounds like magic Til the kids bring my songs for show and tell