Taylor M - Grown lyrics

[Saint] 2016 PiRo New sh** man Fresh into the studio Got them Creative juices flowing Can't seem to get away Uh [Verse 1] Head in my hands Trying to understand Why this page still blank Why this cage feel shrank Why my mind is like Titanic But I ain't feel sank But it's not the time for panic Man that ain't real Saint So forgive me I tend to get confused about what's in me Do I got what it takes Or will I live in envy? Looking up to these rappers with all these genius rhymes Seeing all of them dapper, am I wasting my time? Ain't no such thing as a life that's better than mine (damn) It's fantastic Breathtaking It's asthmatic Cole was right Every life, has magic You just gotta make moves man No half static (I got it) I hear what everybody saying But it don't mean that I listen Cause not everybody staying Imma change the name and Imma beat the game That everybody playin' Even though you see me smile Doesn't mean that I'm not paying the price though (yo) Label me a f**ing psycho I might go crazy Just to try to f**ing stay me Wanna see me stop Won't work Even if you maim me Cut my hand off I get a gold one like Jamie I go one, I go two All real teeth, no gold tooth I spit hard and I golf too But I still rep Rose's FuFu Red roses Red noses I clown on all my opponents Explosive, impulsive Just two of my components Just notice How I can go (boom) this long without taking a breather How I can look this calm while I'm spitting some ether And if Nas spit psalms I might be a believer But until that day comes imma be my own preacher No C notes seen from the bleachers I see no seat for a feature You see my seed will seep through sheets will seem like Cee-lo Green reached her Oh! Wait hold on man I don't know if I can say that on the track is that.. yeah? Aight... As I was saying I'm a Bear to the game Walter Payton Imma care for my name And imma carry the flame like my boss was Satan Your bars is taken Balls shaven, I'm off vacation Put on my apron, I'm cooking sh** you smell that bacon? You smell that baking? Turn up the beat, you feel that quaking? You smell that baking? Your ambition I hear that breaking I see you faded when really man I see you fading I treat this sh** like my children But it's the bar I'm raising [Chorus] Cause you can't be grown if you day dream And you can't move on if you're stuck on the same things Well I don't agree, you do what you want to You can't run from being grown dude Ey [Verse 2] Back in the game Back to the fame Rap till I got a milli stacks to my name And the fact that I put all of my back in the game Means that rap will be going through the ma**ivest change Hey! So simple Audemar by my temple man Brush and flossing my dental man So I clearly state what's on my mental man What's on my mental man? Sorry, fading out... Maybe next time We can trade our doubts Knockabout Scream and shout Log in Log out.. That means nothing man